Tuesday 17 September 2024

Moon

 


Secretly,
by the light of the moon,
a worm bores into a chestnut.


This world?
Moonlit dew
flicked from a crane's bill.


It is possible that God says every morning, "Do it again" to the sun; 

and every evening, "Do it again" to the moon.

 


  • Watching white moon face
  • The stars never feel anger
  • Blah, blah, blah, the end

We cannot see the moon
and yet the waves still rise


Since I'm left here alone,
I'll make friends with the moon.


The hood-wearer
in his self-created darkness
misses the harvest moon


As the moon flies west
the flowers' shadows
creep eastward.


By such pale moonlight
even the wisteria's fragrance
seems distant.


The moon still appears,
though far from home:
summer vagrant.


Thin from its journey
and not yet recovered:
late harvest moon.


Occasional clouds
bless tired eyes with rest
from moon-viewing.


The moon having set,
all that remains
are the four corners of his desk.


The moon so bright
a wandering monk carries it
lightly on his shoulder.


The moon departs;
frost paralyzes the morning glories.



Pear tree blossoms
whitened by moonlight


Outlined in the moonlight ...
who is that standing
among the pear trees?


By such pale moonlight
even the wisteria's fragrance
seems distant.


Leaves
like crows’ shadows
flirt with a lonely moon.