Summer Grasses — All That Remains Of

How I Long To See Among Dawn Flowers, The Face Of God.

A Thicket Of Summer Grass / Is All That Remains / Of The Dreams Of Ancient Warriors.

The Sea Darkens And A Wild Duck S Call Is Faintly White.

The Moon And Sun Are Travelers Through Eternity. Even The Years Wander On. Whether Drifting Through Life On A Boat Or Climbing Toward Old Age Leading A Horse, Each Day Is A Journey, And The Journey Itself Is Home.

He Who Creates Three To Five Haiku Poems During A Lifetime Is A Haiku Poet. He Who Attains To Completes Ten Is A Master.