I can’t stand winter.
Well, she can’t stand me either -
We both wait for spring.

The sight is painful -
Tired of everything white around.
Let spring come and dye!

Sun’s melting snow, and
I’m distracted by it all:
Drop filled with beauty.

Does anyone else see
What I see? Or are they too
Selfish to look?..

Poor things! Life passes,
Time won’t wait for them... But I’m
For spring still waiting.

What can I do
To make her come much sooner
Or it’s my fate?

But light gives hope - as well
As love - that not much time
Is left. Still waiting...

Don’t you complain and
Let the freshness free your mind -
Breathe deeply with winter.

Those who like winter
Are away, walking. Busy streets -
There is no place.

I got out, too -
I have no choice. But quickly
Go back home - to warmth.

When winter hands over the
Rights to spring there will be no one
Happier than me.

Slept awfully last night -
Some constant noise outside.
Wouldn’t even care in spring.

Not only me who’s waiting...
Oak wants to talk and maple craves to listen
About those days that passed.

O Spring! Do come and
Turn the whitewash into colour!
Until then, I’ll be hurt.

Wakes up a bird and
Goes to wake a friend. To sing
A lovely song.

Suddenly and unnoticed
Comes my beloved.
Can’t help myself...

Dear daddy,
would you please
let mommy go?

how to not make waste;
cry over everything so
pain does not go to

the flies over graves.
let it go to art or love
maybe something sane.

water your plants each
waking day so they can live
but when it comes time

for burning season,
cry over everything so
they know you miss them.

the fields are empty
now / a cremation of your
dust you couldn't have saved

anyone/ so you
exist in utter shame and
return to our dust.

haikai no ku still
ultimate brevity, if
given breaths don't count
---
humming bee breathing
drumming thudding marching feet
warring minds doubting
---
Fu Xi meet Joka
Phoneme fix sense triggering
set riddle tight left
---
You saw the movie
now, here is the mytheme
fitted to the word.
---
Trials, modeled on
Athens, and something
darker, yes, breathing

poetry in form
and fashion fitted to minds
entertained, well wined.

Do we mind questions?
Are we re-always other
wisdom, winking, coy?

----
Word lives, each line can
hold as many as a mind
may allow alone