Rosy, honourable;
delightful in the glow
of summer's light.
Snow or wind cannot harm you,
...
Love waits for no man -
it is for those who take it
and then hold it near
...
As golden flowers; pure and bright
give birth to the sun with gilded light;
and flowing springs in turmoil sway
blossom into the heat of gentle day;
...
It is the red of a lover's rose;
It is the white of a joker's lily.
It is a Prince in a jester's hat;
It is a Queen with a savage smile.
...
Tell me what you see;
under the arms of the black pine tree
and all its majesty.
Half in the light of the yellow sun;
...
i.
On the restless seas with Reaper's wind,
the ship hauls and mounts the waters; floating
...
You; Old Father, pride of heart;
who brought your tears and filled the oceans
while the sun beat down like a golden jewel;
and with your blood, you shed the rose
...
it is not the birds with peaceful melody
that sing the aria of the gentle night;
nor is it the wind with bated breath
that calms the dawn to the light of day;
...
The big sweet toothed shark
grinning towards the small fish
shows his rotten teeth
...
With their savage howls
the animals in the night
crowd these bitter streets
...
December flowers -
even the roses
are covered in snow
...
City Haiku
London, Winter's evening -
a dog's lonely bark
silenced by the traffic