Sleep of the dead-
Grandfather's coat wrapt,
Body sunk into rock.

Deer nuzzle beard,
Fawn lies close
Sharing warmth.


Heat of fire rouses-
Underworld risen to
Surface-

Heaven's low pressure
Sinks to earth.

Loud clash
Angels
Demons-

Tumult of change...

What have we done?

Sun and moon
Equally shine-

Bald head
Reflects

Dimmest light

Out beyond the end
Of verse

Small leaf-

Still moist-

Resting in
My palm