Hear birds…

Hear birds where are they?

At dawn the air is freezing.

In trees they must hide.

Why look…

Why look so lonely?

Re-to-pinkish color change

Roadside camellias

Sunlight…

Sunlight on and off

Through the window clouds flowing

In room sense the world

Small white…

Small white narcissi

Wafting fragrance by the fence

I can’t go but see

Poplar leaves…

Poplar leaves carpet

The pavement for the lovers

Walking arm in arm

Petals fall…

Petals fall to the ground

That young leaves may start growing

Thus, the life goes on

Roadside…

Roadside poplar leaves

Green but don’t like winter’s cold

Yellow soon and fall