Monthly Archives: April 2015

Sugar cubes in tea Slowly melt into sweetness Bright spring day outside

Lilacs in full bloom On the roadside scent is lost Far from their homeland

One-yard roadside space The sign says the park for rest A lone bench awaits

Birds blown by spring winds No soil for forests to grow But street trees nestable

Narrow street no cars Flowers meet over the fences Talking all day long

Keep accurate time Birds at five in the morning Woke all up and gone

Faint sound of spring rain Pleasing and sleep-inducing Into a long dream

Among the wild weeds Dandelions and daisies Such a strong friendship

Walk on a spring night Looking for a shooting star Think of what to wish

Eating today’s meal Nothing else starts without it Sparrows seem to know