RANTASAUNA


Waka

Near the field,
a flower's bud opens
after the rain,
sleeves still dripping
I arrive to the village.
Morning sea;
on the deck seeing
the Old Town;
there people talk
almost like me.
Though drinking;
my thirst does not vanish
tonight;
I am waiting for you
in the same place as usual.
Late summer;
the flight of swallows
only a memory,
so has love become
with the first signs of autumn.

Copyright: Jari Sutinen 1999-2001


Spring Summer Autumn Winter

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