Poetry gives you a natural perspective towards everything
It’s New Years. At the corner of the village, Ume blossoms.
Papermaker’s Love has a flower of Balsam.
Someone dropped Or dropped by itself on the street The flower of camellia.
The canola flowers, And the tide goes back The small stream.
The smoke by a junior Shinto priest Rises from the ground. A cluster amaryllis.
The wind blows, The kerria bounces The butterfly.
Around the paper lantern Fallen blossoms with the wind Can be seen.
The dandelions Are scattered on the green. It’s spring field.
When I go, And get the splashing dewdrops, A kudzu flower.
A tulip, With no shadow, blossoms.
Japanese knotweed, Flowers had just given rise A pastoral idyll.
I got drunk, a sleep., And wept on the dream. A wild cherry blossoms.
I write, erase, rewrite Erase again, and then A poppy blooms.