morning dew
in the autumn wind
a newborn’s cry

autumn ends
in the murmur of the brook
a fallen leaf sails

deserted town
the freight train leaves behind
an empty whistle

new year’s eve—
in the echo of fog horns
another voyage starts

first snow
a passing child
sticks out her tongue

winter temple—
the white arms of a young monk
wiping the floor

tenderly
peeling the mandarin orange
mother’s lean hands

morning stroll
    flower to flower
        with a bee

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Email: cutynadeshiko@yahoo.com       City & Country: Yokohama, Japan.
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