It’s that season again

The winter breeze of Tokyo The hot fume warming me up The sound of the crackling firewood

It’s that season again

Her flowers for my vase My vase for her flowers

In this space One with nature and the deities

The coming of spring

It’s that season again

The sweet smell of hydrangea Leading the way to my Oasis The rainy summer days are here

It’s that season again

The damp cold ceramics Stored for the coming winter Await to be in blaze again