another new year
still the ice
between us
all souls day
the child's grave sparkles
in the sun
here they are in a pile friend
Mt Fuji framed and ever ready
to be carried home
reposing in glory
Mt Fuji in the meditative quiet
of a golden frame
under the bodhi tree
the rain non-stopping drip
drips, drips, drips
ice sculpture
a white tiger glows
in the snow
my second appetiser
the wish for someone
to break the ice
favourite whisky
the crisp sound of ice cubes
falling into glass
whistling in the wind
of this grassfield
a secret love story
first snow
new geisha brushes her face
pale white
sea death
a bouquet of roses
washed ashore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem