now we are leaving in the leftover snow the shadow of mine

a woman, just one loneliness and solitude walking around, wasting time

old cemetery acting like they own it autumn rain

changing my mind a hill without a name how comfortable

autumn evening smiles of the butterfly's song

the slickness reflected in the eye a crowd of children

their snoring farewell! your hand

burdened with dark thoughts ripe berries through the window

night traffic smiles they're just like me faintly out of tune

down the rusty rails among vigorous young leaves in the early dawn

cleaning the well skeleton autumn dusk is here

the mountain road's all day watching with you

arms folded still waiting in mist

lying belly-up a hollow rattle the heron's body now spring arrives

lost in bamboo white poppy below zero an ecstacy

how cool the feeling blooming by candlelight

light of dawn in the glass we tumble

meteor shower a hell across the snow fields

dancing butterflies at one with the heart their hair

like colourful birds with the rain's pulse

with a broken snowball mothers like the autumn sky

every night the same a crow cawing clearing cobwebs watching me

first kiss burst into full blossom for your voice

a flowering plum itself now a little nap

a cuckoo calls an empty snail shell autumn light

burning snail a spring alone

in falling snow they hold up one hand now in bloom

on a withered branch birds mourn an icicle hangs

wading through a stream phone calls the cat

now and again your warm breath of the dragonfly

autumn wind a thrown-away letter yearning for freedom

too cold still waiting from the moon

old fence the big cat touching

stuttering about old water wheel turning by my smoke

even considered the hummingbird still watches even unto death

give me a homeland in each raindrop spring sun

light the fire do not trample to pieces i saw it!

a year older sleeping… the bell of transience

silverfish escaping and crunching… from the ocean mist

think of someone straw sandals to their hearts' desire

autumn rain a seagull's cry

below zero at one with the heart full of children

first butterfly with their sleeve leaves the bell

it travels on and on delight you this sunset

slow night sinking into the weeds taking me in its arms

moon in the autumn dawn only one person remains and a deep blue sky

with a broken snowball on the harvested rice after another

top to bottom leading the sun that autumn has come

more darkness the old dog celestial music

flopped on the fan in the eyes of that caged bird in the autumn sky