I
It's over -
The orgiastic frenzy of a brutal sky.
In the restive fields now ripple
Wave after green wave.

II
The white of the kohua
Breaks the lull of an inky sky.
An autumn sky whispers -
There's a season for every poem.

III
In every crease of descending light
A revelation.
With every emotion
Awakens a word...

[Kohua is a kind of river reed with fluffy white flowers]