Summer Grasses — All That

How Much I Desire! Inside My Little Satchel, The Moon, And Flowers

The Haiku That Reveals Seventy To Eighty Percent Of Its Subject Is Good. Those That Reveal Fifty To Sixty Percent, We Never Tire Of.

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

Felling A Tree And Gazing At The Cut End - Tonight's Moon

Sitting Quietly, Doing Nothing, Spring Comes, And The Grass Grows, By Itself.