Eikyū hyakushu 545

Ponds 池

吹く風にみくさかたよる池水はなかばくもれるかがみなりけり

fuku kaze ni
mikusa katayoru
ikemizu wa
nakaba kumoreru
kagami narikeri

With the gusting wind
The waterweeds trail through
The pondwater, turning
What lies within into a clouded
Mirror.

Kanemasa

Waka Poetry