Living through the era of of the Bravery,
we still hold something to break the ordinariness.
　

When I sat down directly
 on the rough shore at northern sea,
a primitive life flows into my body.
　

Viewing from the Kunpoku Pass,
I find quite few things
to have my breath taken away.
　

Loving rhe life bursting into bud
 before the arrival of spring
I pick butterbur flower-buds
 for side dishes of drinking sake.
　

Picking up a corolla of velonica,
I find the largest petal bears the deepest blue.