poetry Yosa Buson, "Early summer rain" Lots of light rain in South Jersey makes everything a bit too overgrown.
poetry Yosa Buson, "New Year's Day" When I first wrote on this poem, I thought it expressed how the newness of Spring, the promise of renewal, was nothing but a murky, wintery swamp...
poetry Yosa Buson, "Yearning for the Past" I believe most of us can relate to getting older, losing friends, and becoming lonelier.
poetry Yosa Buson, "The morning breeze..." Clarity, then, is seeing things stand distinct. It’s the knowledge something, someone, can be whole and independent.
