Seek On High Bare Trails Sky-reflecting Violets...

Winter Solitude- In A World Of One Colour The Sound Of The Wind.

Come Out To View / The Truth Of Flowers Blooming / In Poverty.

With Every Gust Of Wind, The Butterfly Changes Its Place On The Willow.

The Oak Tree: Not Interested In Cherry Blossoms.

He Who Creates Three To Five Haiku Poems During A Lifetime Is A Haiku Poet. He Who Attains To Completes Ten Is A Master.