Japonica

About one solitary scenery

Stubs burning

darkly

on dusty ground

cold of the

waxen moon

takes away remnants

of merriment

helpless footsteps

entwined with the tune

of frustration

the clear sky chimes

with faint elegance

old acacias

love the winter

dead branches chatter

like madness

smoke at the bottom

of the basin fades

gasping and fading

the journey is like

moment of a walk

inadvertently

inexplicably

it deepens.