Monologue at the marsh

A quiet piece of scenery
reflected in the mirror of the surface,
the insight reached this field,
misty memories
cross through my mind

Stepping feet
to the marsh,
under cover of grown grasses
swimming ducks
are seen off and on

Without intention
oblivion reveals
in the narrow time
views of future
contemplated

Along the movements of ducks
ripples string
tracks drawn in the surface
eyes
are caught

For surmounting weakness of thyself
mental ripples
take place
the guide to the future
is sought earnestly

Pampas grass

Pampas grass's fleecy ears
glowing tall
to autumnal sky
tickle the sights
before my eyes

Anemone hupehesises

Anemone hupehesises
reflect
the afterglow of autumn,
the memories are lighted
swaying with cool breez

White Saffrons

At the corner of peaceful streets
around there,
white saffrons
imagine
several dreams

The legend

The legend
has took over each tradition
from the old days
with the passage of age
over time

With unfailing interest
the story was transmitted
from generation to generation,
through the history
that repeats itself

In high summer

In high summer,
vividly days rise
on the other side of the bridge
receiving the wind
blowing strongly

Commelina

Life inhabits
Commelina
blooming secretly,
wind and rain beat the earth
heavily