Haiku
summer morning—
through the high cliffs,
an edelweiss
one car travels
dozens of sinuous roads
the summer night
It is snowing
in the night on the village—
a cock sings
summer night—
last passer-by,
first raindrops
dawn in the country—
underneath a stone bridge
the yellow leaves floating
on the ruined house
abandoned house
butterflies and dandelions—
starry evening
wooden bridge—
a cart with the ox crosses,
sluggish and creaking
young aspen tree—
its shadow growing longer
with each day
