Tide of the seasons charges our expressive mood

One of my students just shared this haiku with me. Sparked from the onset of spring(!) and the lengthening days:

".........spring slowly arriving, the plum blossom is bursting and the mist is hanging on the hills. The mornings are frosty but the afternoon only needs a t-shirt.........

the way things are--
through my worthless window
days grow longer

有がたや能なし窓の日も伸る
arigata ya / nô nashi mado no / hi mo nobiru
by Issa, 1816"

What a wonderful community, the Ueda Ryu Melbourne.