on the road to Nara

The spring has come!
Over nameless mountains
The morning mist.

Matsuo Bashō

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In morning sunlight,
Glowing along the mountains,
The cherry blossoms
I thought they might be snow that
Had stubbornly refused to melt.

Fujiwara  Ariie

gems

From the very morning
When a fresh year comes again,
New as rough-cut gems,
Most of all I eagerly await
The warbler’s first notes of song.

Priest Sosei