Snap your finger
stop the world –
rain falls harder.

Jack Kerouac

In the spring rain,
the pond and the river,
have become one.

Buson

The apparition of these faces in the crowd
Petals on a wet
black bough

Ezra Pound

The old pond,
a frog jumps in,
the sound of water.

Bashõ

Silence is not deadly
as long as I can hear birds:
their song soothes me.

Herman Van Rompuy

Today
Everything, everywhere
says spring

Inahata Teiko

My pillow, sweet grass;
my view, a cloud ever changing…
ever the same.

James William Hackett

To catch the sun
Against the wind
Of his
Rays

Darek Brzóska Brzózkiewicz

log fire
turning in the flames
my watched thoughts

Caroline Gourlay

mountain flowers,
still shy
to face the spring sun

Kuniharu Shimizu

give me an icicle
containing the stars
of the deep north

Takaha Shugyo

What wealth can compare
to this tea stillness, walnuts,
and slices of orange.

James William Hackett

Mountains with snow
and mountains without snow
all the same height.
Teiko Inahata

creaking floor
under the worn carpet
an earthquake zone

David Cobb

Different colours,
Tongues and gods.
I search my way.

Herman Van Rompuy

The butterfly is perfuming,
It’s wings in the scent,
Of the orchid.

Bashõ

above the waterfall
water revealed
becomes waterfall

Goto Yotan

The thief
left behind,
the moon in my window.

Ryõkan

In the moonlight,
the colour and the scent of wisteria,
seems so far away.

Buson

Fallen camellias -
if I were one,
I'd throw myself into the torrent.

Takaha Shugyo

cherry blossoms fall
on the sea
for the sea is blue

Takaya Soshu

In this world of ours,
we walk above hell,
gazing at flowers.

Issa

moss
softens the wings
of stone angels

Alison Williams

They spoke no words,
The visitors the host,
and the white chrysanthemum.

Ryõta

the garden
we can't see from the ocean—
the ocean we can hear

Gary Hotham

All flows;
a gesture,
... and silence

Juan delGado

A balmy spring wind
Reminding me of something
I cannot recall.

Richard Wright