The fleeing sandpipers
turn about suddenly
and chase back the sea!
Mountains take the moon
and embers cool . . . revealing
a sky deep with stars.
Need friends ever speak?
There's tea to taste, and windsong
from the garden trees.
Hardy ant, even
heavily burdened you climb
this sheer garden wall.
A heavy night fog
has so silenced the city,
each light seems a friend.