Old pine in spring mist –shadows flicker on the stone,silence takes the screen.

Soft spring mist drifts—dew clings to thin, bright wires,fades into the blue.

April rain tapping—soft moss glowing in silence,sand drifts, still, toward dusk.

Bright morning light –dew rests upon silent grass,day quietly wakes.

Spring dawn breaking—shadows dance upon dew leaves,light drifts quietly.

Dawn whispers gently,Through tall grass, hope awakens—Light reveals the day.

Spring breeze softly blows,Petals dancing in the air,New life starts to bloom.

**Fading leaves drift –** **A heron's shadow lingers,** **Autumn whispers low.**

Dawn mist lingers on – Cherry blossom petals drift, Time's river flows by.

Dawn's first light breaks through – Dew-laden grass bends gently, Cicadas stir, hush