Winter’s Retreat

Iron winds fall still,
frost loosens the emerald earth —
sun spills golden fire.


Spring’s Arrival

Blossoms crown the boughs,
larks spiral into bright air,
streams sing over stones.


The Way of Wisdom

Old paths bloom with light,
footsteps follow nature’s hand —
truth hums in the leaves.


Fading Flame

Petals drift like years,
the lamp within gutters low —
spring blooms far from me.





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