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