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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



Nature is poetic only if we care.

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