None is travelling
Here along this way but I,
This autumn evening.

The first day of the year:
thoughts come - and there is loneliness;
the autumn dusk is here.
An old pond
A frog jumps in -
Splash!

Clouds come from time to time -
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.
Nine times arising
to see the moon . . .
whose solemn pace
Marks only midnight yet

Now in sad autumn
as I take my
darkening path . . .
A solitary bird
Will we meet again
here at your
flowering grave . . .

Two white butterflies?
Dry cheerful cricket
chirping, keeps
the autumn gay . . .

Contemptuous of frost
First white snow of fall
just enough to bend
the leaves
Of faded daffodils
Carven gods long gone . . .
dead leaves alone
foregather
On the temple porch

No oil to read by . . .
I am off to bed
but ah! . . .
My moonlit pillow
This snowy morning
that black crow
I hate so much . . .
But he's beautiful!