Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice