─ haiku ─
wading through leaves...
the bare aspens
thick with stars
in the eye
of the blackbird
here I am
clear winter night -
in the owl's cry the sound
of stars
between frosted banks
the river bears
its load of leaves
with each raindrop
the puffball
smokes spores
at the bottom
of the mug
my face
autumn fog...
this small field,
nothing else
each time the woodpecker
taps the branch
a rain of dew
early morning
entering the woods
entering the cold
dawn chorus...
at the end of each thorn
a dew drop
drying in the sun
the patterned pebble
loses its colours
after the storm
the bumblebee
combs down its hairs