
Buried in sorrow
although you hide from the world
the sun finds your face.

Buried in sorrow
although you hide from the world
the sun finds your face.

First ray of sunshine
on a windy winter’s day
flowers start to stir.

In turbulent times
holding on just by a thread
peas preach to humans.

Camera’s ready:
spring is still a while away,
almond blossoms smile.

True winter descends
as the last of the warmth dies
bringing forth broad beans