silent cathedral…
the river is close
winter light

along the path
an empty snail shell
a frozen temple gong

a cuckoo calls
you have survived to feed
the snow falling

asked their age
summer hat…
this midnight moon

chilly wind
runs again
walking around, wasting time

sunrise
as the sun comes up
in a grass-blade

taking it easy
some fishermen
in summer
another door

like colourful birds
naked horse
clear water

in flat sunset light
shaking off the rain
spreading rumours about me

the pear blossoming…
on a naked horse
a busker

even on a small island
from the bottom of the well
when i get old

wading through a stream
and two little houses
snow crocus

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