the snail gets up
the waning moon
when drenched with sweat

first light snowfall
the sound of water
frozen in the ice
all mine

first butterfly
this mountain road
the moon

deer licking
the word home
in the moonlight

spring breeze
the smells of things…
a stone face

meteor shower
deep in the mist
this year's mosquitoes

old pond…
waiting for a train
stars appear
old pond…

children gathering
never clearer

spring breeze
a woman tilling the field
a scarecrow

autumn wind
shooting stars
takes me in its arms

in this world
of the well's bottom…

the countdown
a chilling moon
spring rains

cherry blossoms
my poor sake bottle
the snail

curling up
the dewdrops fall
a skylark sings

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