A steady spring breeze
 
ruffles the apricot’s leaves
 
and lulls me to sleep.

 

 
 
 

A gentle spring breeze
 
scatters dandelion fluff
 
all over my yard.

 

 
 
 

A gentle spring breeze
 
teases me with jasmine scent
 
from my neighbor’s yard.

 

 
 
 

With help from a breeze,
 
spent plum blossoms settle down
 
near an old clay pot.

 

 
 
 

I open windows
 
to let in a breeze laden
 
with plum-blossom scent.

 

 
 
 

Nudged by a spring breeze,
 
a wayward paper napkin
 
moves from door to door.

 

 
 
 

With help from a breeze,
 
dry leaves rearrange themselves
 
near an old clay pot.

 
 
 

Sparrows, warm breezes,
 
dry grasses, and cicadas—
 
I have loved them all.

 
 
 

Breezes from the north—
 
my apricot tree shivers,
 
dropping one gold leaf.

Breeze

 
 
 

Cooling breeze,
 
why did you leave me
 
for the stars?