summer and winter
trees
        near each other

                lengths of time subside
                  shadows change

                       towards what sleep may be, dream
                     the stars

                                   islands of the south

                              going round
                                and the sun returns   always

                          the thought of motion, the stir

                             clearing the horizon

                            to lie down on the earth

                             red leaves scattered
                           as the green comes to light