Seeping night:

Upon the sweet southwesterly

Resin scented smoke is borne.

A small bird-hunting hawk calls out,

Whistling its cry as it darts,

Slicing pinions among the trees.

Last burst of fleeting sunlight

Drenches golden upon the grass

Procumbent quiescent leaves

From the maple yielded falling.

Swallowed by the dark rain wall

The western hills obscurely lie.

Rising wind bespeaks the squall.

That I might here upon the earth

Sit and stare into embers

With pulsing snapping glowing wink.

Breathing the seeping darkness

Delicately succinctly terse

The hiss of raindrops parting.

Amid the night, the starless night.

To be forever falling.