Through the
white lilac
Sun beams
are painting pictures
But the worm
crinkles
Grey
shrouded morning
Chestnut’s
candles aren’t burning
Man lighting
his pipe
Gone so long ago
House seems endlessly empty
Your fragrance lingers
Mix of fog
and rain
Yellow air and
dark grey trees
No birds,
flights delayed
Lost egg
Between the
lilies
Happy magpie
After the sweeping
Cherry tree is kind enough
To shed some petals
A rosy cheek
morning
The white
mists are dissolving
And an early
bird
Buddha
beneath a fig tree
We beneath
the mango tree
Instant
enlightenment
Slight white
lines of mist
Above yellow
and green fields
Sun’s just
erasing
The early
magpie
In between
the rushing cars
Picks from a
flat hare
.
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