Twilight Whippoorwill... Whistle On, Sweet Deepener Of

Poverty's Child - He Starts To Grind The Rice, And Gazes At The Moon.

Clapping My Hands With The Echoes The Summer Moon Begins To Dawn.

The Moon Is Brighter Since The Barn Burned.

Sabi Is The Color Of Haikai. It Is Different From Tranquility. For Example, If An Old Man Dresses Up In Armor And Helmet And Goes To The Battlefield, Or In Colorful Brocade Kimono, Attending (his Lord) At A Banquet, [sabi] Is Like This Old Figure.

Winter Garden, The Moon Thinned To A Thread, Insects Singing.