on the equinox,
a white petal falls
on a muddy path…
on the equinox,
a white petal falls
on a muddy path…
a warm red spot
throbs in a bouquet of buds –
a dear robin…
no simple light –
the spring lantern is as if
streaming night music…
on a spring meadow,
tulips in serene rite
sway in rhythm…
on a spring evening,
shadows come to life
and talk to the moon…