Analysis of Haiku (41-45)

41
the sanctuary
there reverberates the song:
Johnny, wood and green

42
the lids the lash curls
waking up, his spangled eyes
the floret blue bulbs

43
solitary soul,
an erstwhile easy weeper,
now he lives with her

44
gone on flitting wings
from birth to scythe in seconds,
colors' quiet tiers

45
errands' blistered feet
soaking in the elm-banked stream,
sore-legged Mercury