Author Hiroaki Sato Our hands parted in early summer; now's the winter's end. I'm overjoyed that you've plied your stick to visit me. You may be leaving after saying a hasty farewell, but it's far better than not meeting for several months. 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