Short poems

Cold night, old man carries wood
   Red dawn, wood carries old man
      High sun, heads bow

Sirus rises
   Venus sets
      Dogs howl

warm bread
hearth fire
your eyes

Foolish man turns around, sees the same
Wise man stays still, sees the difference

harvest day
crow feeds
man gathers the leavings

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