Drenched
in the sound
of rain

Whispering
our final words
the room darkens

Hazy moon-

how I miss

my love

In the city
the vast stillness
of things

Old sakura
only one branch left
for blooming

A white peony
is blooming silently
next to me

Afternoon walk
watching the flowers
she blooms

Tonight
a car on the hill
for a moon

Over
the blossoms
a bird of prey

Sakura fading
I am too
late

Old tokonoma
a moth offers its wings
as a calligraphy

My wife
in our garden
first butterfly

On the water
withered blossoms
reborn

Dear reader,
The daily rhythm may be broken for a while.
Don't worry though.

Drizzle

and a soft haze

of bird song

Sprouting bean-

it pushes the whole heaven

a little higher

My coffee

on a cold morning

her voice

To see
what she sees
be her

The field

has been planted

he smokes

Cold spring

only the heating bills

are blooming

Young appletree

now its branches reach

across the pond

Homesick

before I leave

half moon

For sale

on the Easter market

dust

Oh old pond

a frog jumps in

sound of ice