A snake slipped away.
only his eyes having looked at me
remain in grass.

They call this flower
white peony. Yes, but
a little red.

Girls take sprouts of rice.
Reflection of water flickers
On backs of sedge hats.

Evening shades are thick
also in the floating algae.

On the surface
of the spring beach
A circle is largely drawn.

A dog is sleeping
Holding its head between the legs.
House of chrysanthemums.

Roots of a large summer tree
On a rock
Extend in all directions.

I caught a petal
fallen from cherry tree
in my hand.
Opening the fist
I find nothing there.

Comes the first butterfly of the year.
"Which color?"
"Yellow."

A dead chrysanthemum
and yet - isn't there still something
remaining in it?

He says a word,
and I say a word - autumn
is deepening.

The winds that blow -
ask them, which leaf on the tree
will be next to go.

A gold bug -
I hurl into the darkness
and feel the depth of night.

I look at the river.
A banana skin
Falls from my hand.

When a thing is placed
A shadow of autumn
Appears there.