The thunder

The thunder
rolling
rumbled
in the night sky.
It started to rain

Occasionally

Occasionally
people pass through
some trials;
their understanding
deepens

When I am prepossessed

When I am prepossessed
with a groundless idea,
I would get over
an inward barrier
to the future.

The wind goes over

The wind goes over,
the melody
is drifting among the waves,
lapping and ebbing,
I give my heart to sea breeze

Lilies in my garden

Lilies in my garden
bloom
and then I remember
a lovely Sheltie
named Lily

A march with many dance

A march with many dancers
goes along a road
like colorful flowers
in the summer festival
at Ueno, Tokyo

Agapanthus

Agapanthuses bloom,
light purple petals
are struck by raindrops,
in dreams
memories pours

Agapanthus
in full bloom
looks as if bunches
converging lights given off
in all directions.