A thing unknown for years, <br />Rain falls heavily in June, <br />On the ripe cherries, and on <br />The half cut hay. <br />Above the glittering <br />Grey water of the inlet, <br />In the driving, light filled mist, <br />A blue heron <br />Catches mice in the green <br />And copper and citron swathes. <br />I walk on the rainy hills. <br />It is enough.<br /><br />Kenneth Rexroth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hojoki/
