The egg-timer
all of a sudden joins
the great tits

Old folks cycling
with his hand on her back
slowly downhill

Low morning sun
delivers fog droplets
from spider webs

Autums leaves
swirling down on fresh hay
children she never had

Fallen chestnuts
morning fog dripping
from the leaves

My sister
offering cigarette smoke
to the Buddha

Mountain pasture
the young horse approaches
fearless and soft-eyed