Nov
1
night haiku
drifting
through
the night
a cloud
of crisp
bright
leaves
drifting
through
the night
a cloud
of crisp
bright
leaves
drizzle
dull
brown
leaves
slowly
falling
small
wall
tall
tree
a cloud
floats away
from the moon
I killed a fly
with Hölderlin’s poems,
and read on.
Und es starben
noch andere viel.
a spider
out in
the rain
walking
drowning
autumn
sounds
a willow’s
twigs
fade
in the
wind
This mind
is all there is
to time,
some memories
looking ahead.
on a
thick layer
of roadside
shrubs
a heron
walking
on
the
moon
Paths above Kyôto.
Fudô Myôô.
Incense near a temple in the woods
like an errant monk on slippers.
Hiei-zan is impossible.
A dream
from which one has to wake oneself
when getting stuck again.
sitting
in the
shade
remembering
seeing
two crows
eating
a dove