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Winter solitude-
in a world of one color
the sound of wind
Four temple gates-
under one moon,
four sects
The crane’s legs
have gotten shorter
in the spring rain
Summer moons-
clapping hands,
I herald dawn
It’s not like anything
they compare it to-
the summer moon
Squalls shake the Basho
tree - all
night my basin echoes rain
Sparrows in eaves,
mice in ceiling-
celestial music