Very Late Spring

 A pheasant’s cry

Then fluttering

Vanishes

Sluice door opens

The ship is coming out

With pouring light

Tenebrous hour glass

Darkness falling down, down, down

Turning to white sand

Even during spring

The weather might be dreadful

Sparrow keeps feeding

Hi Mister magpie

Lazing on a sunny day?

How is the missus?

Beneath any sky

You cannot hide your vices

But hide your virtues

Brighten up, old boy

When flower fragrance enters

Spring is here again

Candle blown out

Shadow is leaving

Roams with the clopping

Mist over meadow

Moon sickling himself through

Birds keep chirping

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