so many people out despite the rain; umbrellas out, raincoats and hiding under the cherry trees
the cherry trees shiver, the wind is far too strong, the snow – so out of place
No, not in summer nor in spring do evergreen trees smell so sweet as in the winter frost
Ah! how bittersweet to see the last leaf fall of a tall proud tree
lunch break, breath of air, quiet trees shedding leaves and in the bushes sparrows spy on me
I don’t feel save with heavy chestnuts above me and crushed ones to walk on!
The conversations we had under the fig tree linger in the heat.