One thin note rises
from the old monk’s bamboo flute—
a cherry blossom!
Into its shadow
a bell releases one note—
autumn loneliness.
Autumn loneliness:
within its shadow the bell
gathers one more note.
Stone
Even though I know
every note of the old songs,
my tongue turns to stone.
Note
terracotta pot—
on its broken edge one note
from the blackbird’s song
Scribbling
on a blank note card
scribbling one line of haiku
with a bright red pen
