Out for my health walk
I see little fence swifts,
A type of lizard.
But there's always only one.
Are they all the same lizard?
Almond trees in bloom --
Like mine their heads have turned white.
Snow on the mountain --
An old man in a white shawl.
And yet -- and yet! -- new Spring grass!
The lightning passes;
Summer fires fall into ash.
Autumn smoke blows far,
Leaving emptiness, loss, tears.
Time now for healing, and rain.