I close my eyes -
now the storm is howling
louder in the mountain
Old stump
and shoes filled with the soil
beside young vines
Rain clouds.
Crows make nest eggs
by the road
A sudden burst
of forest smells.
My soul staggers
So tiny is
the forest
church belfry
South wind.
Greeting to the sea
in my hair
Rain clouds.
Crows make nests
by the road
So tiny is
the forest
beneath the church
In the chapel
a breeze calms down
the candles' flame
Forgotten
on the path of flowers
a snail's and a sea shell
Both getting and loosing
a bit, me - and the bloom
of a winter cherry
Embraced
an old man and a tree -
watching southward
By the boat
anchored in the wind -
autumn leaves