smell of morning dew
Cosmos swaying
among the roadside grass

what pine trees taught me --
to embrace all of life
even the cold wind

door bell rings
peeking through neighbor's fence
camellias

still lingers
scent of chrysanthemums --
my thoughts of you

beds of reeds
with geese arriving
early winter drizzle

ebbing of the tide
a sea gull sits for a while
on the broken pier

thinking of
writing you a letter --
tonight’s moon

waning moon –
a chrysanthemum drops
in the night’s cold

the weightlessness
of a falling leaf
morning quiet

as night breeze
brings tree shadow to my pillow
autumn deepens

no leaf left: only  
raindrops linger on twigs
calls of a song thrush

birds too
silent for the dreary sky --
November rain

old pine tree —
you read me a poem
written hundreds of years ago

from which direction
the wind’s fragrance --
a cyclamen sways