Bountiful harvest—
 
songs of thanks for fruits and grains
 
ripen on my tongue.

Way

 
 
 

choosing a new way
 
after I lose the old one
 
among grains of sand

Harvest

 
 
 

rice harvesting days—
 
rats in the paddy waiting
 
to snatch some stray grains

Raindrops

 
 
 

On a dusty way
 
grains of sand become raindrops—
 
pilgrims fill their cups.