undisturbed
by shopping fever…
snowfall is quiet

slip into
a dewdrop 〜

take a swim
in grass blade
reflections

snowless morning
worries of losing a friend
wake me up

a flock of pigeons endlessly
circles the church tower

twilight grasses
each of them sways
in its own rhythm

lost in the clouds
I study poems of old masters

there…
a small house
under a small hill