cold --
the aspen leaves
shake with me

haikuworld

storm in the mountains--
a clap
from every side

mainichi

rainy evening
puddle near pub doors
grows with every newcomer

mainichi

away from home -
even the birds sing
in a foreign tongue



empty street
the wind brings
the sound of flute



birds' twittering
morning mist
clears away



rainy evening -
over the stove, mushrooms
drying on a thread



river mist -
from the other shore,
woodpecker's knock


transl. by Anatoly Kudryavitsky

shamrock