Monthly Archives: November 2014

Sweeping the fallen leaves Mind focused on the bell sound So seem the temple monks

Secondhand book-stores Many years since last visit The same smell wafting

Hitherto unheard Loud chirping in the park woods Here for wintering

Sharp sunlight cold air Falling leaves winter’s beauty People throng to see

Three ducks in the moat Others must be coming soon Best wintering spot

Sparrows flew away Sorry I opened the window Cold morning outside

Moist fallen leaves quiet Piling up on the park path Winter clouds hanging

Cold rain for two days Single caw of a crow echoes Hold teacup tighter

Park lawn all dried up Kids and puppies still running In the winter dust

Pebbles on the shrine path Blanketed by falling leaves Ready for winter