near the brushwood gate
furious tea leaves scribble
nothings on the storm
as for the hibiscus
by the roadside,
my horse ate it
the stillness—
soaking into stones
a cicada's cry
clouds' peaks
how many collapsing
moon's mountain
from Mount Atsumi
over to Fuku-ura
evening's cooling
red red
sun unrelentingly
autumn's wind
all night long
hearing autumn's winds
the mountain behind
harvest moon
Hokkuku weather
don't depend on it
in the face of blossoms
are you feeling shy,
hazy moon?
even so long a day
not enough for singing—
that skylark!
lightning:
heron's cry
stabs the darkness
mountain path—
sun rising
through plum scent
bushes by the roadside.
when you look closer,
blossoming flowers.
the moon still is
though it seems far from home
Suma in summer
on a bare branch
a crow has settled
autumn dusk
white chrysanthemum
catching in one's eye
nary a speck of dust
the village so old
there's not a single house
without a persimmon tree
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