If I Had The Knack I'd Sing

Collecting All The Rains Of May The Swift Mogami River.

The Temple Bell Stops But I Still Hear The Sound Coming Out Of The Flowers.

On A Bare Branch A Crow Is Perched - Autumn Evening

Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've Miles To Go Together.

Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping From The Wasps' Nest.