Pure Beauty

Basho, Matsuo

The first soft snow!
Enough to bend the leaves
Of the jonquil low.

mollystmichael

Over or under
This is not The Price is Right
Quick, let’s do this thing

Basho, Matsuo

Clouds appear
and bring to men a chance to rest
from looking at the moon.

Basho, Matsuo

Fallen sick on a journey,
In dreams I run wildly
Over a withered moor.

Ryusui

In all this cool
is the moon also sleeping?
There, in the pool?

Mollystmichael

This is my first time
Forgive me if I giggle
I’m nervous, you see

Shiki, Masaoka

Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain.

Sick and feverish
Glimpse of cherry blossoms
Still shivering.

Mollystmichael

Dressing for the kill
Cinching the uniform tight
Look at my cleavage