Spring

That man’s life is but a dream—
is what we now come to know.

Its house abandoned,
the garden has become home
  to butterflies.

Summer

Just a hint of thunder clouds
  in the evening sky.
On summer mountains,
the faint disk of the moon—
night just beginning.

Autumn

Bushes bend toward earth
  before a snowy daybreak.

A storm passes
  and in the garden, moonlight—
night growing cold.

Winter

Not a could around the moon
  in the sky at break of day.

Over my pillow,
it was rain showers and wind
  that ended my dream.

  — Sogi (1421 - 1502), Japanese renga poet