Within the days, without notice,
Somewhere a seed has sprouted free,
As with the ink in one's practice,
It stains their hand in silent glee.

The moutain snow has now melted
Its freshened water quietly flows.
No one is there when it started,
And spring then came when no one knows.

Some taps of footsteps on the floor,
A pulse I take to my own beat;
And then a knock on rusty door,
Which makes me feel the season's heat.

I don't know when all things've had gleams,
Since when you've gathered sparks so bright;
I wake up from my withered dreams
To find my world's now filled with light.

(13.03.2026)