a journey too long
 
to make in less than a year—
 
the first plum blossom

 
 
 

Peony blossoms—
 
I think of having missed them
 
had I journeyed on.

 
 
 

A crack in the glass
 
lets the lantern’s light leak out—
 
my journey lengthens.

 
 
 

first journey of spring—
 
a quick walk around the block
 
between rain showers

 
 
 

Crow from the mountain,
 
you guide me on my journey,
 
sharing my sorrows.

 
 
 

Step by step I climb
 
each hill standing in my way—
 
the journey lengthens.

 
 
 

Where did this onion
 
begin the journey that ends
 
on my chopping block?