5
Autumn Night
The asphalt winds in and out
about the trees, the lawns, the lake;
a thousand lights shine among the trees,
and in the circles underneath
the grass is brightly green;
but all these lights do not warm the wind.

6
Dawn
No one is on the lawn so early but the birds,
sparrows and robins pecking at the seeds
the wind has blown here; the wind itself is gone.


7
How miserly this bush is:
why do you crouch behind a fence,
holding on to your little copper leaves?
Have you no faith in spring?


8
From the fog a gull flies slowly
and is lost in fog. The buildings are only clouds.