The wind goes over

The wind goes over,
the melody
is drifting among the waves,
lapping and ebbing,
I give my heart to sea breeze

Lilies in my garden

Lilies in my garden
bloom
and then I remember
a lovely Sheltie
named Lily

A march with many dance

A march with many dancers
goes along a road
like colorful flowers
in the summer festival
at Ueno, Tokyo