Hokku in 3 words
Bacchanalia
neolibertarian
exhuberations
Pleasant company
like blossom seen through soft rain
a glad
distraction
Poetic form remains
a lifeless tree in winter
driven by the wind
Others will recall
fragrant bloom through winters night
though the
treee forgets
cuckcoo wakes me
your scent on pillow, holds me
memory lingers.
saw ravens nestings,
high above cherry blossoms
green buds scraping
sky.
fields not yet green -
myriad crows peck and strut
harvesting the
spring.
saw next seasons ducks,
not yet ready for shipping.
no plumage just
fluff.
friend in distant land
sharing scenery by phone -
condoms on
hoardings
ruddy, catches eye
old fox travelling green fields
commuters passing
alone in showers
grass is greener during rain
stay till storm passes
