Author: Rahigashi

​In some places, there is still snow, Piled up by the side of the road, dirty and Grungy. White patches gleam on the distant hills,

  ​You are a dancing child! You waltz And weave through twenty-eight Short days, and even you have no Notion which way you will turn.

  ​Sudden Seeing   Bright Jupiter and Winter’s full moon crown the sky And glisten on the sea.   There is no dead of winter.

  Bright sunlight follows Winter morning rain. Drops cling To the red ginger. The four weeks before Christmas are a joyful time of planning and

  ​In November, soft Rain comes to Honolulu With a huge rainbow. Every autumn, when November arrives, my first thought is Thanksgiving. I love this

    ​Oleander Days   Autumn calls from a distance As the oleanders still bloom That deep pink that makes us think That summer’s vestige

  Bird Dance   Unless we listen, we will never hear them calling, Tirelessly, from their deep, throbbing hearts. Robins perched in leafy oaks Sing

    Garments   Early sunlight falls on crystal Like grace descending on a bride. The spider spreads her silver thread Over the clean pine,

My husband Wayne and I have always wanted to visit Okinawa. His father, Kiyoshi Higashi was stationed in Okinawa with U.S. Army Intelligence during the

 Summer’s River Summer’s River runs clear and lovelyOver pied pebbles,Through shallows where jeweled troutSleep in the sweet afternoon,Past reeds grown tall and generous,Where the red winged