Falling leaves

When no wind at all
ruffles the Kiri tree
leaves fall of their own will.
―Nozawa Bonchō (1640-1714), loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Glass window

A single pane of glass
protects me from icy winds
who is more fragile?

I protect the glass
In turn, the glass protects me
Perfect symbiosis!


I try in vain to stem the tide
To see in stillness beauty untold
I try in vain to slow the ride
Not knowing
Beauty lies in how things unfold!