hot mushroom soup while the skies are pouring down – such peace…
early autumn – open window- darkness swiftly creeping in – cool wind for fresh dreams
thermometer on high, dog barks and wakes me up; looking outside – shades have spread wide
searching for the paper fan, shaking off the dust – swinging the haze around
the gentle caress of white pollen brushing the ear startling the summer nap
early morning light; the wind ruffles through the leaves of the evergreen trees
silent room. light drizzle. incense stick evaporates. dim the lights and sleep.
lunch break, breath of air, quiet trees shedding leaves and in the bushes sparrows spy on me
The conversations we had under the fig tree linger in the heat.
On the small green hill yellow daffodils all over. Light wind smooths the grass.
Sky. Sunset-soaked clouds. Slight wind, ruffled leaves, sweet air. Cherry tree in full bloom.