Entō Onhyakushu 12

萌出る峰の早蕨雪消て折過ぎにける春ぞ知らるゝ

moe izuru
mine no sawarabi
yuki kiete
ori suginikeru
haru zo shiraruru

Just sprouting
On the peaks are the bracken buds and
The snows are gone;
That we have past the best days
Of spring, I know well.

Waka Poetry