Happy ox at grass,
unready and unwilling,
though the hour is late.
Happy ox at grass,
unready and unwilling,
though the hour is late.
Carried on a breeze,
I drink the dew of roses
in secret places
Today the hedgerow wears
a coronet of blossoms.
- Ah! to really see!
It is a good day!
Today the wild iris blooms -
tomorrow it fades.
One, two, five, nine, twelve,
I lose count of the grasses
- a pointless pursuit.
Bloody seal of dusk
Fireflies’ dying chances flash
- it will all end soon
Inexplicably,
the weeds grow closer, entwined,
inextricably.
In shadows and light
little dancing golden flies -
the time draws nearer.
Endless blue above,
Heron wading in the stream -
Childhood days again.
Bee breath in a glass
- use this trap to find escape.
The honey fields wait