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