Long have I been drawn in by Japanese, Chinese and Korean poetry. The styles encapsulating a moment in time that sits with me in an almost meditative way. Here are three offerings from Yosano Akiko (1878-1942)

A bird comes
delicately as a little girl
to bathe
in the shade of my tree
in an autumn puddle.


I remember the days
When the lily
Brilliant white
Was queen of the summer fields.


Purple butterflies
fly at night through my dreams.
Butterflies, tell me,
have you seen in my village
the falling flowers of the wisteria?


Very best wishes – Denny Bradbury