a new year begins
in my imagination
every plan bears fruit
Dye
From the maple tree
how many red leaves must fall
to dye the river?
Fox
fox in the barley
pausing between bloody bites
to lick his whiskers
Hoarfrost
one sigh of hoarfrost
settling on a spider’s web
an hour before dawn
Pillow Talk
midnight pillow talk
between the crow and raven—
you are black like me
Chores
sweeping the garden—
even the haiku master
does his daily chores
Leaves
fallen willow leaves
littering the temple steps
yet no one sweeps them
