October 05^th, 2025

Twilight scene at a hot-spring temple,
Autumn wind, a mountain where leaves flutter down:
People hurry along with the valley stream,
Birds go home in company
With the white clouds.
Monks’ quarters in the middle of the dusty town,
Laymen’s houses among the emerald of the woods.
All day long on the bridge above the ravine
The green peaks face me in silence.