autumn
loneliness—
corn field stubble wobbles
in the brisk wind
browsing at the forest edge,
rifle shots startle the deer
a church bell tolls
winding through valley hills
the quiet river
where have you gone
gentle lotus blossom?
cold night
stealthily, a gray fox
sniffs along the empty trail
first one star
then the whole Milky Way—
I can not reach them
