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