Trickling through the pines,
 
a summer rain makes its way
 
to a desert place.

 
 

On a moonlit night
 
the plum and cherry blossoms
 
murmur to the pines.

 
 
 

Two rabbits, one moon—
 
not a trace of snow remains
 
on the mountain pines.

Drifting

 
 
 

toward a stand of pines
 
three raven feathers drifting
 
drifting in the wind

Fishery

 
 
 

salmon fishery
 
eagles lurk in nearby pines
 
hoping for free lunch