Spring wind whispers –
dew trembles on new grasses,
old paths forgotten.
Plum blossoms scatter –
ripples fade on quiet pond,
morning mist remains.
Evening shadows –
a moth flutters by the flame,
its wings turn to ash.
Morning fog lingers –
a crow’s wing cuts through the grey,
vanishing from sight.
Spring rain falls –
a snail’s trail gleams faintly bright,
vanishing in mist.
