As a flower of the field
One night it rained. I put on boots and left the house. I walked until morning. On a hill I sat in wet grass. I heard a people of strange tongue. My heart becam...
Category: Nature
Poem for Kokura after hanami
Kokura, Japan, in the middle of April, there are cherry blossoms, like faces, eddying in alleys, swirling on pavement and in tight spiral trails behind bicycle ...
Sakura—between castle and temple
A popular hanami (cherry blossom watching) spot is the Kokura castle—a 17th century castle built and owned by the Ogasawara clan, burned down in a 19th century ...
The fall of a poplar
Poplars do not shiver the sternum like a towering Douglas fir. Compared to the sage oak the poplar is a pimply adolescent. Even a clump of willow or craggy birc...