Spring birds -
my old body whistles
a different tune

No glasses -
those might very well be
two full moons

That little bird
with its endless song -
I close my book

Spring clouds -
I walk faster
than needed

Spring wind -
it caresses the blossoms
and moves the mountain

The lawn mowed -
all the plum blossoms
may fall now

Spring afternoon -
my princess spots
the first frog