the mallow
has run up to the top
autumn beacon

autumn landscape
rains
in perspective

autumn.
the rustle moves
from boughs to the ground

Milky Way...
with my leg I probe
the slippery rocks of the ford

sunset.
a token reluctantly slips
into the turnstile's slot

apple orchard
ripens in the chilly air
pale sunrise

= Translated by the ULITKA =