Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A

The Haiku That Reveals Seventy To Eighty Percent Of Its Subject Is Good. Those That Reveal Fifty To Sixty Percent, We Never Tire Of.

Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In Drops.

Sadly, I Part From You; Like A Clam Torn From Its Shell, I Go, And Autumn Too.

Sitting Quietly, Doing Nothing, Spring Comes, And The Grass Grows, By Itself.

Come, See The True Flowers Of This Pained World.