tardy deer hunter
finds a deer grazing beside
his hunter's stand.
Late to the Hunt [Senryū]
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the fruit ripens
in the temple garden;
a kumquat drops.

the early blooms
are wilted; they’ll be gone when
the tight buds open.

the low morning sun
burns through gray clouds; the
still lake looks iced over

a bloom falls to earth;
lit up by the morning sun,
it glows… for a time.

the mountain fog
cannot keep the secrets
of the bare tree.