Mountain-rose petals
Falling, falling, falling now...
Waterfall music

April's air stirs in
Willow-leaves...a butterfly
Floats and balances

Winter solitude-
in a world of one colour
the sound of the wind.

Many solemn nights
Blond moon, we stand and marvel...
Sleeping our noons away

This autumn-
why am I growing old?
bird disappearing among clouds.

Why so scrawny, cat?
Starving for fat fish or mice...
Or backyard love?