long road
the leaves and i
windblown

sunshine
the colours
of the hill

temple steps —
his shoes
in the autumn rain

backyard pine —
what can I do
with all these crows

his lantern’s glow
pushing back the dark
frog song

ebb tide
the heron steps
into twilight

daybreak . . .
a migratory bird’s feather
on the path

love:
a kigo for all
seasons

a memorial bell
tolls tolls and stops,
but his words . . .

blue dragonfly
pine needles cover
the narrow path