morning moon
a bubble in the sky
about to fade
morning moon
a bubble in the sky
about to fade
the cosmos
in the vase
still in bud
autumn bee
seeking honey
in her hair
rice stubble
shooting sprouts
in a chilly rain
digging out
sweet potatoes, digging
the taste already
half moon
—a hare
in a dim light
autumn sunset—
the black kite turns
me into a dot
spider's thread —
wind chime of dry leaves
without a chime
ginkgo leaves
cracking
the moon
waxing crescent
standing still with
an empty swing
autumn afternoon—
embracing the passing heat
in our life
among red leaves
a spider flying around
the sun and stars
no leaves left
only a red dragonfly
on the twig
perilla flowers—
tiny bells playing
the scent
maple leaves
chasing mackerels
in the sky
the setting sun
casts a crescent
on a persimmon
longer sleep
with longer sleeves
—autumn equinox
ant
swimming in a pool
on a fallen leaf
autumn gust—
the golden sound of
a rice field
the couple flutters
with falling leaves
—white butterflies
autumn sunlight
even crows dye
white
trees on the ridge
dancing in an autumn storm
—dragon's mane
a hornet
dying in rotten kaki
autumn deepens
the scent
of the distant shore
—autumn typhoon
red spider lilies
wavering between
night and day
on the clear river,
with a twig, she fishes
golden leaves
lambent autumn
sunlight separates me
and the trout
fan yourself to cope
with the lingering heat
—loquat leaves
no harvest moon—
thinking of a new earth
seen from there
the moon
l e a v e s
the scent of kaki
the acorn
from last autumn
sprouts memories
after the storm—
the window weaves a rug
of autumn sunlight
on a starless night
a firefly larva glows
among autumn dew
a cricket stranded
somewhere inside the house
sings in solitude
before the storm,
a moth rests on a half moon
one last time
the autumn nears
as I count the kaki fruit
fallen unripe
September morning—
asking myself, hot or iced?
A cup of autumn
autumn rain
accompanies my dream
with the silent lightning
a roadside sawgrass
turns every headlight into
the harvest moon
the sweet fish
drifting down the flow
of life
a red leaf
on the shining stream
chills my bare feet
the bright sky fades
into autumn dusk, taking
summer memories
late summer snow
on the top of the cedar
—a white egret
bathing in a sun
somewhere in this universe,
another life sparks
the ears of rice bow
seeing the red dragonflies
returned
writing haiku
makes me a hoarder
of memories
a late summer day—
drops fall off the cloudy sky
and my brow
a black swallowtail
by the puddle on the road
resting—or dying
wiping
the nebulae of dust
off my window
the last drop
of a sparkler firework
fades with summer
the two of us
sharing a single blanket
feel autumn coming
the children's feet
popping out of the sky
surprise the carp
the shadow play
of leaves swaying
in a morning doze
the river crabs run,
catching the sunny laughter
of the children
the lighthouse extends,
erasing the deep blue of
the sea and the sky
facing the sea breeze
she draws the horizon with
the binoculars
a sparrow
adds another note
to a sunrise
ray of sunlight on
a leaf of the camellia;
crescent in the shade
on the sun-drenched shore;
cold sound of pebbles crushing
petals of sea shells
on a mountain pass,
a tiger beetle leads me
through the future path
the river smiles back
in the midsummer sunlight
like a clear mirror
its tail sparkling
like the azure summer sky;
a skink in the shade
a curtain of mist
rises up with the remains
of trees exhaling
the murmur of leaves
and the songs of bell crickets
fade into the rain
on a taro leaf
playing transient marbles,
drops dance in the rain
swaying as it burns,
the white dragon rises up
from the charcoal kiln
in the honey mist
with the morning’s melody,
a black kite circles
a stroke of blue paint
on a light grayish canvas
—it will clear up soon
in the evening breeze
leaves rustle, and twigs crackle
—bamboo's summer song
sparks of blazing fire
scattered around the dark woods
—tiger lilies
a sultry night—
a gecko on the window
relishing the light
dazzling shadow
dashed over the bush
—fishhawk in the breeze
on a rock
in the murmuring stream,
alone it sprouts
fallen leaves
hug each other
meeting old friends
firefly glows dimly
wafting across the river
of the starry sky
waving her hands,
a black swallowtail sends
my daughter off
covered by the heat,
green chestnuts peep
longing for autumn
sunlight flickering,
brushed with shades of oak leaves;
—ethereal watercolor
like a pearl
on a leaf in a drizzle,
a snail muses
floating on the ocean
a blanket of tranquil waves
thunderhead as my pillow
the thick earthy scent
brings a summer shower
making me sit back
an egret glides
through the dawning haze
in my head
drops on pebbles
fading away with memories
of a summer day
leaves in canopy
murmur goodbye to neighbors
as the cedar falls
trampled on and on
dandelion still flourishes
—one day, so will we
a cicada's shell
in the shade of kaki leaves
—remains of childhood
the ume leaves fall,
drifting in the wind like
unaddressed letters
cold stream at my feet,
breath of air over my face
like a warm towel
braiding straws makes me
a straw of the vast string
of generations