Kigo bare tree

Lace of ice
The morning frost;
smell of wood.

While someone cook...
with gloves, scarf,
feet touching ground.

Music that haunts,
because idiots abuse ...
more dry leaves.

Some green ferns,
murmur of water,
parties and dreams...

Song of roosters,
old shoes wet,
scent of pines.

Still falling flakes
like old songs,
The north winds ...

Cold the air
in hellish winter,
a bare tree.

Subjected to silence,
over the years...
the same story.