Bare forsythia
Lights up in the bright sunlight;
Winter meets the Spring.
Sunlight is so bright
That branches seem like shadows
Beneath the green fir.
Standing and chewing
Two cows seem meditative--
In state of no mind.
In front of the flock
Rooster walks in dignity.
He is number one.
The play of sunshine
On the rushing stream water
Echoes its soft song.
Wood fence is rippling
Soft shadows along the road;
Keeping out the ghosts.
High up in the woods
A flat slab sits on a stump.
(What is the purpose?)
Its head on the ground
Excavator takes a rest,
Its mouth full of food.
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