haiku marbles

Closed curtains 

and the window's glass is broken

Sunday

someone is singing outside

I know this song

Yellow apples 

in the onsen 

I was dreaming of Fuji 

last night

as you said-

Konohana Hime 

was giving birth of fire 

and the breeze 

the whispers 

that you have for me 

are warm 

as that fire

I can see the sunrise from here