A kōel about being suprised by morning snow in April.
Morning reveals a cover of snow,
tentatively touching trees,
as late winter induces a wind to blow.
I shiver as I look out my window;
seducing, snowy, silken sweeps
filling me with an urge to go.
April, you have tricked me so;
giving ground and granting gales
to Winter, who should be your foe!
Still, I can't stay mad at you;
thinking thrilling thoughts,
of cool white, warms me through.
Kōel is the Poetry form explored in Round 83 of