This first fallen snow
is barely enough to bend
the jonquil leaves
At the ancient pond
a frog plunges into
the sound of water
Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die
How reluctantly
the bee emerges from deep
within the peony
Seen in plain daylight
the firefly is nothing
but an insect
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Heard not seen
the camellia poured rainwater
when it leaned
Searching storehouse eaves
rapt in plum blossom smells
the mosquito hums
Even these long days
are not nearly long enough
for the skylarks to sing
Since my house burned down
I have a clearer view
of the rising moon
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