The southern
wind
melting the first frost
Indian summer
The rustle
of the leaves just
arouses a red dragonfly
The rose bush
from the face of our house
blossomed anew
Autumn
light:
on the white chrysanthemum
a butterfly
Just at our
golden wedding
we are learning a new dance
At the
departure
God Almighty, I beseech you
to stop this moment
