Winter Solitude- In A World Of One

I Am One Who Eats Breakfast Gazing At Morning Glories.

Sadly, I Part From You; Like A Clam Torn From Its Shell, I Go, And Autumn Too.

Felling A Tree And Gazing At The Cut End - Tonight's Moon

Old Pond, Leap-splash - A Frog.

April's Air Stirs In Willow-leaves...a Butterfly Floats And Balances