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
Woodpeckers
Even woodpeckers,
at one thin note from the wren,
stop their hammering.
Journeying
journeying by night
with neither lamp nor candle
one thin note of joy
