Author Hiroaki Sato Soft feet ignoring frost and dew again, I've come home. The quiet bamboo, unchanged, reflects on my study door. Carried away with pleasures and not ready for cold, I begin by cleaning my sewing board to make padded clothes. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments