The leaves of willow
Wave slightly in morning breeze;
Faint rustling heard.

Emaciated,
The silent bows of willow
Bend under the leaves.

Blooms carried aloft
Cast dappled, moving shadows
On wind-swept grassland.

Willow stands silent,
A beautiful autumn morn,
Bells ringing faintly.

Drooping willow leaves
Dip slightly into water,
Ripples emanate.

Autumnal winds blow,
Colored leaves scratch on the ground:
Winter is coming.

a single tree
alone in the ground…
I’ll plant company

willows’ leaves
glide lazily across
the smooth water

I sit beneath
the willow tree
and write

rain pummels
the ocean’s waves;
o, the music!

the ant crawls onto my waiting finger

a waterfall
shimmers down
the mountainside

thunder claps;
the mountains resonate

under the water
of the river:
silt

sunlight shines
through the trees;
rustling leaves