the cool air of autumn
is felt in the bones
the animals get ready to hibernate
morning sun
still scorches my eyes
speckles of grey hair in my beard
shoot out in all diferent directions
the cool air of autumn
is felt in the bones
the animals get ready to hibernate
morning sun
still scorches my eyes
speckles of grey hair in my beard
shoot out in all diferent directions
spring is in the air
toads croaking
now the bees
have woken up
setting sun
pink hillside
showing through
my grey hair
bamboo shoots