September now. . .
the hearts of flowers
turned to gold
*
October. . .
Sunset clouds
glazed in peachblow
*
November night.
Pear tree sifts down
its cinnabar leaves.
*
Thunderstorm.
Horses prancing through the stars
wearing silver and diamond shoes.
*
second oldest river
in the world
its name is New
*
twilight:
blind bees gather
in the burnt
purple of the evening
*
first day of spring
a cold wind
leaches the sun’s gold
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