Uncertain season—
through the ice pellicles
the frogs' rut
Shipwreck on the shore—
thousands of tadpoles playing
hide and seek
Leafing overnight
the poplar trees on the bank...
so many tree frogs
A little pigeon
escaped from the winter lap—
the spring itself
Calligraphy...
on the telegraph wires
lined up the swallows
Chiromancy...
What could this ant read
out of your life line?
The church bell tower—
a blue butterfly asks us:
how late is it?
Between sky and earth
a pathway for ants:
the wooden cross
Lone in the spring rain...
on the umbrella's handle
a lady bird