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SPRING

Spring comes to the world,

A magical wand of life—

That it touched me once!

Beside the snowdrift,

The gray mountain rock is warm

Under the young leaves.

A waxing spring moon

Unfolds its gilded pathway

Upon flooding tides.

A flower's blossom,

The warm laughter of a child—

The wonders of life!

Together now, hands

Held tightly in the moonlight

Catch a new blossom.

Spring winds and warm rains,

Blossoms can begin to grow—

Two new teeth also.

For Tsuneo Nishiyama's first-born

son, 1968.

The robin's spring song—

Clear notes challenging the world.

Now I can sing too.

Time and the river,

Flowing under blossomed boughs,

Never slow their pace.

Random rays of light,

Slipping through the dark forest,

Catch a dogwood's bloom.

Children skipping rope

Beneath the pussy willows—

Spring has found it's way.

Two hands that once picked

A fragile forget-me-not

Touch no longer now.

On the sandy beach

A single track of foot prints—

Long is the spring day.

Now my footsteps cross

Where only winds walked before—

Alpine spring again.

At the clearing's edge,

Through the rising stump-fire smoke,

Young leaves appearing.

The snowcapped peaks

Cause my eyes to lift above

The net I'm mending.

Rain-dampened nights

Carry a sea lion's bellow

To challenge the thaw.

An unscreened window—

Humming unseen past my bed,

The first mosquito!

Mists of dawn dispelled—

Silent canneries await

The first boat of spring.

Green sticky fragrance,

Hands unfolding in the sun,

Birch leaves worship too.

A field of lupine