his wrinkled hand shakes while composing haiku ink-spattered floor		first snowflakes the old chestnut vendor's toothless grin
	long winter's night faces of friends gone on flicker in the hearth
first snow a cicada husk clings to the gravestone		bright autumn dawn the cry of a single crow echoes from the hillside
	skid row vacant windows and eyes
moonlit night dry cornstalks whisper in the chill wind		first light the ice on the river closed again

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