yellow-spreading
gray-purple clouds
meet the faint smoke flowing
from the chimney
like a watercolor painting of daffodils
At dusk
a bird's wings
raise the wind
entering the gates of night
A light preparing
for dinner
paints the old windows
and comes out
comforting the withered flowers
in the garden.

I don't know how grateful I am

that your parents cared for me

neither overflowing nor lacking

that your parents has loved me

How grateful I am I don't know

I felt bad about it then, but now.

There
bird
clouds
wind
stillness
And time walks with them

When a child
learns to speak

The language of love
is learning from you.

It has a serene radiance
a mirror of love
It shows sacrifice and love

That it is not
a mirror of resentment
It shows despair and resentment.

Do not be discouraged
to make it clean
to make it clean.

Let innocence appear
and do not lose heart
do not grumble.

Half moon
connecting
two eraser windows
In front of
the green leaves of
the zelkova
lived the harsh winter

The morning fog rain
wraps around the buds
tickling the branch and bark
approaching from far away...

Refrigerator noise
drops of water
falling and scattering moans
tinnitus

Will a world where we can enjoy
such a warm
rich
new
quiet kiss
coming again
can we make a government
rises and sets like the sun?

More and More
The sky outside the window
gray and fades marching
Toward afternoon.

living with roses
wild stone pear
roots and branches
cough
phlegm
fever
constipation
stem and bark are so good for
as a endurance
removes poison

stone pear
light pink
dark pink
white, egg-shaped
no fancy bewitching
but constantly tempting.