An open window—
 
unexpected morning rain
 
sings farewell to March.

 
 
 

Little brown sparrow,
 
I can hear your morning song
 
above the wind’s roar.

 
 
 

Tea and poetry
 
on a blustery March day—
 
how satisfying!

 
 
 

my Lenten coffee—
 
drinking it with great pleasure
 
and dollops of guilt

 
 
 

O cherry blossoms,
 
your fragrance guides my footsteps
 
in the pilgrim way.

 
 
 

The gardener weeps:
 
“I’ve never seen a blossom
 
lovelier than this.”

 
 
 

All night long rain fell,
 
weeds and flowers drank each drop—
 
still, they thirst for more.

 
 
 

Spring rain fell all night,
 
singing to the wilderness,
 
“Let there be blossoms!”

 
 
 

A labyrinth walk
 
on a third-month afternoon—
 
look, a red-tailed hawk!

 
 
 

First bad dream of spring—
 
my bank account is plundered
 
by an online thief.