Cold August

mice roll

empty nutshells

*

Darkness that covers

and uncovers the moon

shadow of a wing

*

Waking

hanging upward into the rushing summer

calling

*

Everything is

the answer

too fast

*

Where the cliff

splits

later the dove nests

*

Stony slopes buckwheat smell

wings of landing plover

shiver

*

Nearby one monkey at sunset

ate in silence

watching the lightning

*

The colors look back at the trees

but the birds shut their eyes

thinking to see it all again

*

Along the white hill

owl floats

weighed down with moonlight

*

Nobody knows who lived here

the roof is gone

the eastern cloud swallows the stars

*

Sunlit woods

feather falls

everywhere ready for it

*

Laughter of crows late in the month

spun saucer settling

sunset moving south