Winter storm rolls in;
sleepily our town awakes—
leaves fall unhurried.
Tag: reality
Blush

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

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

In symbiosis
sharing knowledge and life breath
Mum and epiphyte
Morning fog

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