chasing a butterfly
deep into the spring woods
I am lost
O flower garment!
When I take it off,
various strings coil around me.
~
yoso ni naru yonaga no tokei kazoekeri
distant strikings
of a clock in the long night—
I counted each
East
winds blow —
ears emerge from
a child's nape-length hair.
hardly a word spoken
the man and his wife part —
autumn nightfall
In the current of spring tide
a tuft of algae passes
like an arrow
~
find more by Sugita Hisajo in Far Beyond the Field
- haiku by Japanese women
compiled and translated by Makato Ueda - read a review at modernhaiku.org
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