Variation on Kokin Wakashu, 4

Snow in snow.
Wind inside the wind.

The seasons follow each other
like carriages on a train.
You see the faces
of the passengers
but the train is so long
there is no way to make out
the beginning or end.

Variation on Kokin Wakashu, 3

The snow pretends to be a mountain.
The mountain pretends to be a cloud.
But the clouds are not pretending.
They are the elders of the congress of snow.
They are mountains floating

above a pretend world.

Reflections in a lake
pretending to be sky,
pretending to be the lake
it will become
when the snow stops
pretending
and admits it is a disguise
rain wears in the cold.

Found Poems

A spring day... in the middle of spring.

The smoldering water dazzle.

Snow is pretending to be a mountain of spring.

If you fold your heart and fold it, you can see the snow flowers.

The snow that will become the snow of me.

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*Machine translation (Google) taken from Kokin Wakashu.

Variation on Kokin Wakashu, 1

Surprise! A spring day
in the middle of Spring.

Spring crept into the room, unannounced.
He was surprised what he found.

Indelible

What can't be said
in thirty eight words
or thirty eight years
is written on the inside
of the heart
in invisible ink
with different words
from a different language
every day
for the rest of our lives.