Cormorant fishing:
How stirring,
How saddening

Awakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice

Mountain-rose petals
Falling, falling, falling now...
Waterfall music

Many solemn nights
Blond moon, we stand and marvel...
Sleeping our noons away

April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves...a butterfly
Floats and balances

This autumn-
why am I growing old?
bird disappearing among clouds.