The Sea Darkens And A Wild Duck

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

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

Traveler's Heart. Never Settled Long In One Place. Like A Portable Fire.

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

The Old Pond, Ah! A Frog Jumps In: The Water's Sound.