Japanese+Poetry

In a sky of grass the sunshine flower stands tall amidst clover clouds.

The silk grass shivers in the biting April wind as birds sing over head.

Dead leaves rustle in the restless wind, brown grass glows in the sun. All is despair in the post-apocalyptic courtyard. But winter silently, bleakly releases it's grip on the world; and beneath the trees' bare arms, the leaves, and the grass shines hope. Small slivers of soft green poke through the earth. Spring has arrived.