Nothing In The Cry Of Cicadas Suggests

Why So Scrawny, Cat? Starving For Fat Fish Or Mice... Or Backyard Love?

Come, See The True Flowers Of This Pained World.

April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances

Harvest Moon: Around The Pond I Wander And The Night Is Gone.

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