Coming of autumn, Grey clouds blow across the sky. Sands warm to the touch.
Coming of autumn, Grey clouds blow across the sky. Sands warm to the touch.
Overfull bellies- Heavy eyes drifting in sleep. One more piece of pie.
Golden coin rises. Visiting the graves long past– Childhood memories.
Highland snows arrival, Floating on the western streams- Wings unbroken soar.
Morning chill. Crisp Air. Standing on the steps of dawn, First rice upon table.
Leaves fall dry. Useless. Cleansing storm washes path clear. Each a memory.
Moon rises pale gold– Bright center steam rising high. Harmony in night.
Red moon rises full- Sultry heat washes the fields. Peaches ripe to eat.
Desert moon glows gold Man of straw stands guardian Wind blown boards hold time