Night of the new moon—
 
the pebbles in my pathway
 
turn into mountains!

 
 
 

Night of the new moon—
 
can anyone anywhere
 
perceive anything?

 
 
 

All night long rain fell,
 
weeds and flowers drank each drop—
 
still, they thirst for more.

 
 
 

Spring rain fell all night,
 
singing to the wilderness,
 
“Let there be blossoms!”

 
 
 

Night of the new moon—
 
“Tell me a ghost story, Dad,”
 
a little boy begs.

 
 
 

Night of the new moon—
 
I need a thicker blanket
 
to ward off the chill.

 
 
 

Night of the Snow Moon—
 
my old duvet is too thin
 
to ward off the chill.

 
 
 

Cold rain fell all night.
 
Thirsty flower seeds rejoiced.
 
A tall pine toppled.

 
 
 

Surprised by an owl
 
on the night before Christmas,
 
a mouse becomes prey.

 
 

Which mountain was it
 
that called my name in the night?
 
The wild geese must know.