Dormant buds
await fluxing snow...
...
Swayin', collidin' cornstalks
begins an orchestral opera...
Farewell to winter
the color green is in style...
The coppice forest
leaves burnished green and gold...
You can see the snow sitting on top of the...
rivers are frozen...
The desire,
rises like a spire...
Here I am
Nursing my wounds...
Wilted ivy leaves
Soft fluttering to the ground...
There it sat alone
this haunted tree on the hill...
HAVE YOU SEEN MY LITTLE DRAGON FRIENDS?
Here in the Sub-Tropics they are everywhere you...
The
night is...