Monthly Archives: April 2014

Pink azaleas Dominating the roadside Red and white little seen

Under lush street trees Speckled pattern of the shadow On her parasol

If I were a plant I’d be a dandelion Grow strong without help

Already May wind Jacket off for a long walk Joy for no reason

Lilacs in full bloom Lost the scent in foreign land Lonely purplish pink

Cold rain in April All have their shares of hard time Flowers no exception

Dandelion fluffs Dad picks one up for his child Again and again

In such bright yellow For whom dandelions bloom? Many everywhere

Group by group they spread Dandelions on the lawn Leave them as they are

Novices and monks Chanting sutras together At the temple crows joined