Trees
in darkness
No comfort, fire, house
Only ISS passing
(Simultaneously
published at POETS The Original)
Some snow
white sheep clouds
Sunset in
all known colours
Then a
sparkling night
First storm
has passed
Fallen
leaves
Fallen
leaves
Even days
The days
come to rest and
Even nights
Too dark
still
For the sun
to rise
Blazing
headlight
Along the
big bell
Drops of dew
running downwards
Before first
zazen
The stars in
the mists
Look if
crying a last time
They don’t
die, do they?
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