Year's End, All Corners Of

Learn The Rules, And Then Forget Them.

Along My Journey / Through This Transitory World, / New Year's Housecleaning.

April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances

At The Ancient Pond The Frog Plunges Into The Sound Of Water

Farewell, My Old Fan. / Having Scribbled On It, / What Could I Do But Tear It / At The End Of Summer?