Spring Rain Leaking Through The Roof Dripping

Every Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?

Felling A Tree And Gazing At The Cut End - Tonight's Moon

This Autumn- Why Am I Growing Old? Bird Disappearing Among Clouds.

Even In Kyoto/hearing The Cuckoo's Cry/i Long For Kyoto