This is not the day
to think about haiku.
This is the time
to think about
a yellow leaf
which falls and falls.

This is not the day
to think about haiku.
This is the time
to think about
the tree
and its branches.

May day and night come
may you leave or stay.
I am a leaf
which is green
which will be yellow
once.

Once in my life
is now in yours.

I would like to be strong
but my tears are running.

Water to dry plant.
Salt to slack meal.
Now I know
there is a way to you.
And I feel your warm welcome.

It bursts out.
It is the whole inside of me.

It is
me:

a yellow leaf
it is difficult to fall
there