First storm of the year
holding an umbrella o'er
small chrysanthemums.

Bell flower in sight
my heart bouncing up and down
from pure nostalgia.

Cape jasmine flowers
remind me of my dear mother
lone clouds in the sky.

Dew drops to the ground
this must be a demon's lair
or a nest of snakes.

The moon hides her face
digging soil for potatoes
tell me the season.

Giant Katydid
finding no good place to die
keep on walking 'round.

The hem of garments
turn vermillion in autumn
hoping it never ends.

Devouring the souls
of evil ghosts and goblins
earthworm making cries.

Cold autumn shower
pour over and soaked thousands
of wandering souls.

stems start bending down
the silver grass realizes
it's own weight increase

Harvesting rice plants
the smell of fertility
brings them hungry ghouls.

Heavy and dark clouds
above burned ruins vanish
highest skies appear.