1

Gentle zephyr…

light waves shimmer

on Lake Yashio

spreading before my eyes

reaching over the mountains.

2

Gentle breeze

letting Lake Yashio ripple

returns

the divine light

to the welkin.

3

Harvest moon

shining bright in the clear sky…

as the moon-viewing of

my child days revive

I open wide the windows.

4

Receiving 

the sacred sake for

the harvest moon…

I float my love for you in

a solitary sake cup.

5

As far as I can see

the heavenly mist comes in…

Ogachi Field

transforms into a vast expanse of

harvested rice fields.

6

Faint, white 

and dense mist veiling

harvested rice fields…

smartweeds on the ridge 

wave to them for thanks.

7

Even though

I can’t see the future yet

I keep walking

lights of a car in the fog.

8

A woman 

walking quickly through 

the temple street

without looking aside…

I look towards her.

9

White breezes 

caress the wooden stupa of 

a memorial service for the 100th

standing by 

a lonely deserted grave .

Rika Inami