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| sitting on boulders above the River of Rocks a hawk flies by |
| drumbeats at sunset around the pow-wow campfire golden leaves flutter |
| walking on the sands together with the sea gull lost in the grey mist |
| Many raindrops flow, joining in streams on the pane. One drop hangs alone. |
| among fallen leaves and frost bitten brown grasses a daisy alone |
| Fresh from the water I catch the bright morning sun sparkling on the lake |
| we snuggle closer in blankets under the eaves, cold rain washing in |
| grey sea on grey sand under grey skies rain pounding at my feet: one tern |
| one drop of water on each pine needle. Sun rise: exploding sparklers |
| I follow the stream searching for a young beaver among cut willows |
| wind whipping sea waves swaying wild oats on the shore the girl's golden hair |
| Snow fell yesterday upon yellow leaves. Now – look – gold chrysanthemuns! |
