Awakened at midnight
by the sound of the water jar
cracking from the ice

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

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

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