None is travelling

None is

Here along this way but I,

This autumn evening.

The first day of the year:thoughts come - and there is loneliness;the autumn dusk is here.

An old pondA frog jumps in -Splash!

Lightening -Heron's

Stabs the

Clouds come from time to time -and bring to men a chance to restfrom looking at the moon.

In the cicada's

There's no sign that can

How soon it must die.

Poverty's child -he starts to grind the rice,and gazes at the moon.

Won't you come and seeloneliness?

Just one leaffrom the kiri tree.

Temple bells die out.

The fragrant blossoms remain.

A perfect evening!