It's over -
The orgiastic frenzy of a brutal sky.
In the restive fields now ripple
Wave after green wave.
The white of the kohua
Breaks the lull of an inky sky.
An autumn sky whispers -
There's a season for every poem.
In every crease of descending light
With every emotion
Awakens a word…
[Kohua is a kind of river reed with fluffy white flowers]