Time to take a breath.
First autumn morning:
the mirror I stare into
shows my father's face.
Kijo Murakami (1865-1938)
Harvest moon:
around the pond I wander
and the night is gone.
Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)
The first day of the year:
thoughts come - and there is loneliness;
the autumn dusk is here.
Matsuo Basho
