Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In

Awakened At Midnight By The Sound Of The Water Jar Cracking From The Ice

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?

Old Pond, Leap-splash - A Frog.

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

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