April tries to be so perfect but it’s snowing.
It knows it should be filled with fair forsythia; instead it’s snowing.
Even rain is not so unexpected for an early April evening but it’s snowing.
Snow as wet as rain is falling on the grass as green as dirt in April when it’s snowing.
Perfect.
A PASSING MOMENT
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This is my rather loose translation of a hokku by Ōemaru, who lived into
the first five years of the 19th century. For a moment,Autumn seen on the
hillsAt ...
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