Sparrow's drone whirs for the steaming lawn
and black puddles dot the glistening road.
Dew sleeved laurels and portraits of dawn -
brisk vernal air has fallen
and the amber sun has slowed.

Colored ivy trickles down
the mossy roof to the facade
where strange melodies pour out
the beige white windowpane
like April breezes and raucous rain.

Tanglewood in springtime
near the jade and hilly pastures.
Floral waves blur my eyesight;
the chrysanthemums in twilight.

Isu in springtime,
ironwoods at dusk.

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