to what shall I compare
this world
to the white wake behind
a ship that has rowed away
at dawn

Mansei

heavenly flowers said, Princess Haiku

anon

when the frost lies white
upon fields where travelers
must find their shelter
o flock of heavenly cranes
cover my child with your wings

anon

the flowers fades but not my spirit said, Princess Haiku

there is a fading time
for blossoming flowers
but the worthless roots
of the reeds of the mountains
exist a long time

Anon