Morning
mists disperse
Doves pick
on the stubble field
Still yellow
flowers
Black rice
field
Moon is
seeking company
Scarecrow
invites him
Black
silhouettes
And white
mists in the dawn
Black and
white moorhen
Rain on the
roof
Gurgling
water on the pavement
But autumn
foliage
Lips getting
colder
Words spoken
into the mist
Warm as the
tea cup
Bald headed
Raking the
white pebbles
Magpie
laughing
.
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