Bamboo in
cold rain
A house
plays baroque music
Even birds
listen
A little
wintry
Wafting
mists from frozen fields
Ghost lights
of joggers
Spring goes
off to sleep
Mists rising
from the meadow
Lonely star,
twinkling
This cool
spring morning
Sun paints
golden on the wall
Stretching
and yawning
Just before
dawn
The fog is
still dark grey
Sound of bird
wings
Less moon
No time for
bird and sun
Another
spring
.
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