This is the weather
 
that drives us close together:
 
frigid winter nights.

 
 
 

Listen, December,
 
something about your weather
 
really annoys me.

 
 
 

Gusty autumn day—
 
about the weather, fenceposts
 
don’t have much to say.

 
 

Late-summer heatwave—
 
I long for cooler weather
 
and cherry blossoms.

 
 
 

A single red leaf
 
foretells cooler days ahead—
 
pilgrimage weather.

 
 
 

The ants keep busy,
 
no matter what the weather,
 
aboveground, below.
 

Psalms

 
 
 

fair weather or foul
 
a pilgrim walks the pathway—
 
psalms arise from stones

Weather

 
 
 

how weather changes
 
when the raven dips her wing
 
into the river