
Cold concrete blushes;
with a light kiss on the face
the sun bids farewell.

Cold concrete blushes;
with a light kiss on the face
the sun bids farewell.

In her golden age
flaunts her style confidently—
deciduous tree.

In symbiosis
sharing knowledge and life breath
Mum and epiphyte

No one’s wandering
a pall descends over head
winter is coming.

Let a toddler eat,
they’ll share with the whole carpet;
trees dropping their leaves.