Airing Out Kimonos

flying of cranes

as high as the clouds--

first sunrise

to be in a world

eating white rice

amid plum fragrance

to tangle or untangle

the willow--

it's up to the wind

among a field

of horsetail weeds--

temple ruins

airing out kimonos

as well as her heart

is never enough

moonflowers--

the beauty 

of hidden things

again the women

come to the fields

with unkempt hair

moonlit night--

a cricket sings

out on a stone

on her day off

the prostitute wakes up alone--

the night's chill

the autumn wind

resounds in the mountains--

voice of the bell

full moon--

stepping through the snow

the sound of the stones

snowy night--

only the well bucket's

falling sound

            --Patricia Donegan and Yoshie Ishibashi 
               Chiyo-ni Woman Haiku Master