a fence of ivy
shivers in the howling wind
all the leaves applause

this old building
after years of wear and tear
still smells like wood

four trees in a row,
like children on a hillside,
wave the sun farewell.

Jen- shines like sun rays,
her hair like cherry blossoms,
who has known such love?

Aching joints and bones,
winter makes me feel so stiff,
how many more days?

Running through Venice,
young vagrants chant the sutras,
The moon wrapped in clouds.

Gray sky: diffused light,
water fills cracks in the street,
my town is sleeping.