But A Haiku By Buson Came Into

The Road Was Frozen. The Village Lay Quiet Under The Cold Sky. Komako Hitched Up The Skirt Of Her Kimono And Tucked It Into Her Obi. The Moon Shone Like A Blade Frozen In Blue Ice.

But, Drawn To Her At That Moment, He Felt A Quiet Like The Voice Of The Rain Flow Over Him. He Knew Well Enough That For Her It Was In Fact No Waste Of Effort, But Somehow The Final Determination That It Was Had The Effect Of Distilling And Purifying The Woman's Existence.

People Have Separated From Each Other With Walls Of Concrete That Blocked The Roads To Connection And Love. And Nature Has Been Defeated In The Name Of Development.

The Snow On The Distant Mountains Was Soft And Creamy, As If Veiled In A Faint Smoke.

Along The Coast The Sea Roars, And Inland The Mountains Roar – The Roaring At The Center, Like A Distant Clap Of Thunder.