Autumn abundance—
 
the hymns of white-crowned sparrows
 
sanctify my yard.

 
 

As the war grinds on,
 
the arms merchants rub their hands—
 
autumn abundance.

 
 
 

The tea water boils
 
while I choose a book to read—
 
autumn abundance.

Bushels

 
 
 

bushels of plums—
 
the joy of abundance
 
from her orchard