Stubble Fields

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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