a fast motor boat
splits clouds in the lake
to the left and right
with rhythm of wind
dancing leaves and shadows—
tricks of the spring
the weeds and the wind—
soul of a lonely man
is a wounded bird
this morning I found
my mountaineer hiking stick
enriched with some leaves
after the rain—
sunshine and shadows
on the grass again
first grass (sprouts)
over father's grave—
tenderness of wind
apple tree is blooming
flying to, flying away
bees getting frenzy
after spring downpour
the swollen mountain spring
flows in my yard too
station on the mist—
through the noise of the passing train
rain is drizzling
a clear moonlight
drawing ring around the pond—
deep silence
