New Clothing

In my new clothing
I feel so different, I must
look like someone else
– Basho

Wild Roses

Observe:
see how the wild roses bloom
within forbidding fences!
– Shida Yaba (1663-1740), loose translation by Michael R. Burch

Want

I want love splashing
To your voice like wet children
Playing in the stream.

Eros

Eros harrows my heart:
a wind on desolate mountains
uprooting oaks.

Loneliness

Come, investigate loneliness!
a solitary leaf
clings to the maple tree.

Geese

The geese fly off..
and it comes to me
that I am still here.
– H.F. Noyes

Warmth

I finish my tea
The cup still full
of warmth
– Philomene Kocher