Ah, today I sat
In the library too long
A stripped branch outside
Is lonely and forgotten
Still waiting for spring
Not so far I see
Dark clouds, low to the ground
Is it to rain yet?
Some of these I wish
I could write in Japanese
No dictionary
The proud gander stalks
All around the retention pond
Flightless, feathers molted
A single pine—
The grass over its old roots
Is greener in spring