Every Moment Of Life Is The Last,

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.

The Haiku That Reveals Seventy To Eighty Percent Of Its Subject Is Good. Those That Reveal Fifty To Sixty Percent, We Never Tire Of.

He Who Creates Three To Five Haiku Poems During A Lifetime Is A Haiku Poet. He Who Attains To Completes Ten Is A Master.

Fresh Spring! / The World Is Only Nine Days Old - / These Fields And Mountains!