More and more
he joins our table -
the quiet guest

Summer night rain -
for a minute there
I heard you whisper

Spring birds -
my old body whistles
a different tune

No glasses -
those might very well be
two full moons

That little bird
with its endless song -
I close my book

Spring clouds -
I walk faster
than needed

Spring wind -
it caresses the blossoms
and moves the mountain