None is travelling

None is travelling

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 pond

A frog jumps in -

Splash!

Lightening -

Heron's cry

Stabs the darkness

Clouds come from time to time -

and bring to men a chance to rest

from looking at the moon.

In the cicada's cry

There's no sign that can foretell

How soon it must die.

Poverty's child -

he starts to grind the rice,

and gazes at the moon.

Won't you come and see

loneliness? Just one leaf

from the kiri tree.

Temple bells die out.

The fragrant blossoms remain.

A perfect evening!