Let them bloom or

let them die – it’s all the same:

cherry trees on mount Yoshino.




Bound homeward under

clear summer skies:

bird feathers, flowers.




Today I put on summer

clothes and journey

to a world I haven’t seen yet.




A short night

wakes me from a dream

that seemed so long.




Clear sky,

the way I came by once

I now go back by.




I give my name back

as I step in

this Eden of flowers.




Plum petals falling

I look up… the sky,

a clear crisp moon.