The clouds
Are giving these moon-watchers
A little break.
- Bashõ

Tea whispers, you hear
Cane toads calling for cool clay
Quenched by darkened leaves.
- M.K. Rose

Slug makes way through door
Damp
tabi socks on floor
Snoring harvester.
- M.K. Rose


The moor hens sings -
and just to its rhythm
clouds hurry by
- Issa

水鶏鳴く
ひょうしに雲が
急ぐぞよ
一茶


Careful in the sky
within the womb of a cloud
garden isle rain
- Marrs

Tea flowers -
are they white?
yellow?
- Buson