A woman in bed, kimono revealing breast. Snow on Mt. Fuji.

Snow falls on meadows. Crows pick at last harvest seeds. Spring now far away.

A swirl of blossoms caught in the water’s current begins the season.

Fall’s crispness compels apples to tumble from trees. Worms make the journey.

I chase one red leaf across dry and brittle grass. Juice of summer gone.

Surrounded by gentle nature, a man rests in contentment but keeps his sword nearby. A heart does not convey the warning of a mouth.

Autumn wind startles– lowered to an ominous key Ah! Mournful sounds! The fat mountain deer listen, add their bellowing sorrow.

Jane Kohut-Bartels

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