Last day of the month—
 
rain washes the grit and grime
 
from my neighbor’s roof.

 
 
 

From a red-tile roof
 
a crow blacker than midnight
 
hurls insults at me.

 

 
 
 

Winter’s last full moon
 
settles on my neighbor’s roof
 
like a fat white cat.

 
 
 

Long after midnight
 
I keep counting the raindrops
 
hitting the porch roof.

Moon

 
 
 

A full moon rising
 
higher than the temple roof
 
lights up every street.

Rainfall

 
 
 

on the cabin roof
 
rainfall just before nightfall—
 
sleeping well tonight