Collection of Six Haiku

Waking in the night;

the lamp is low,

the oil freezing.

It has rained enough

to turn the stubble on the field

black.

Winter rain

falls on the cow-shed;

a cock crows.

The leeks

newly washed white,-

how cold it is!

The sea darkens;

the voices of the wild ducks

are faintly white.

Ill on a journey;

my dreams wander

over a withered moor.