Worn

First day of August—

even the wind is worn out

from chasing red kites.

Paint

Summertime at last!

On the temple gate a monk

splashes fresh red paint.

Little brown sparrow,

did you see the last red leaf

fall from the maple?

Little brown sparrow,

the boy in the bright red shoes

wants to fly with you.

after the party

a white linen tablecloth

dappled with red wine

A red silken kite

chases a frightened sparrow

through the clear blue sky.

fetching three peaches

from the red wicker basket

to peel and slice them

Last high wind of March

chases a red dragon kite

past the county line.

The first day of spring

my neighbor across the fence

plants more red sweet peas.

red geraniums—

this morning even the crows

marvel at the sight