hitchhiking

hitchhiking
to another meadow,
a stick-tight

[inspired by a poem of Magyar]

morning mist

morning mist—
the taste of the sea
in his miso soup

splash!

March rain:
the splash of my son's boots
seems funny

[inspired by a poem of William Kenney]

March

* retouching
the golden strokes in icons
...spring sun

[inspired by a poem of John McDonald]


* walk at sunrise~
he has a brightness
I never noticed


* sudden thaw...
the weight of
unsaid words


* taking
a handful of dreams
from your pocket,
you remind me that youth
is only an illusion

marsh...

* traces...
swallowed by the marsh
swallowed by the mist


* misty marsh~
cedar stumps poke out
of the water


* gallery window~
my fugitive reflection
embraces yours


* fireworks...
and our chalet
in flames

sea in winter...

sea in winter~
sheep-shaped clouds
struggle with the wind

I feel you...

I feel you
swaying on the edge
of my soul
wave and seagull
in a brief touch

waves...

for waves...
the horizon's
open gate

[inspired by a poem of Hoshino Tsubaki]

the old doctor...

winter twilight~
the old doctor
calls God

First tears...

first tears...
the poisoned half
of your apple

difference...

the snowflakes
melt on your heart and
on mine, don't...
this is the only
difference between us

fireworks?

fireworks?
the snowflakes melt
on their guns

perfect snow...

* calligraphy...
the shade's thin nib
on snow


* humble hut~
the guardian fangs
of icicles


* withering
berry by berry...
the mistletoe

That cloud...

that cloud...
where you see dragons
I see birds,
wings in slow flight,
morphing into angels

cheap jewels...

* did he see
my humble hut
that he sent
cheap jewels
and trite jokes?

Who knows...

* you tell me
"home is elsewhere,
far and near alike",
but you are too tired
to bring me there


* who knows
if our whispers,
blown by the wind,
will find somewhere
a clean rice paper...


* whisper to me
new love words
that you invented
for our first
and last night


* when all
these noble roses
entice you,
will you ever pick
a pale wildflower?

You respond...

* as if I could
ask the cherry trees
to stop blooming,
you respond "later"
to all my requests


* you invite me
to live in your house
without walls,
the loud winter wind
entering our souls

Heavy frost...

* heavy frost~
shhhh... the sea
is sleeping

* first dream...
I share it with
the rising sun

Learning to prize Nature

enough light..

* snowy night~
enough light to find
your lips

New Year Eve...

* New Year-Day~
his way of stressing
the words...


* New Year midnight~
my first sight
towards stars

Happy New Year to you, my friends!

Christmas dawn

Christmas dawn~
this long-awaited
light

WINTER SONG [Nichita Stanescu <1933 - 1983 >]

winter noon...

* winter noon~
a branch drips
on its shadow


* dandelion seeds
caught in the spider web
...my days...


* long night reading~
the first light whitens
the snow

winter limbs...

* heavy snow~
I learn patience
from the trees


* winter limbs~
she learns her bones
by pain


* snowy grave~
the way he folds
her clothes

How to tell...

how to tell
about this winter light?
treetops glowing...

[inspired by a poem of William Higginson]

...snow

not a soul
not a sound
...snow

The fate...

* each one
with its own light~
snowflakes

* flying snowflakes
trampled snowflakes
...the fate!

the first...

* silent
under his tilted hat
winter wind

[inspired by a poem of Bill Kenney]

* the first
among equals,
this snowflake


* his fingers
through my hair
gentle snow

what a storyteller!

* whirling
the windmills' wings and
...this dried leaf


* forest path ~
what a storyteller,
this autumn wind!


* he listens
to the whistling wind...
piano tuner


* far echoes
of Japanese drums?
pattering rain


* autumn sunset~
the boat paddles mix
colours