GOOD MORNING MELANCHOLY

Good morning melancholy

Cloudy, brief showers,

fleeting sun

A wild goose dives toward water’s heart,

chasing its own blurred face

Raw north wind nips Japanese roses,

tender earlobes, now

may be one last chance

for love before the tongue frosts

Crows line the breakwater

beckoning dark waves

Ah, ah, good morning melancholy

Blue-eyed oysters

yawn in rock clefts

as if waking after dreams

The sun tilts its brim

like a tardy child, unsure

to stay or go

Good morning melancholy

Wild goose wings beat aloft,

their wave-fretted shadow

cast adrift

Ah, Ah, how time rushes out