A fearsome spring wind
 
almost topples an old man
 
walking home alone.

 
 
 

A man with no name
 
gives his name to a flower
 
on the spring mountain.

 
 
 

A door swings open.
 
A man and woman walk out.
 
The north wind sweeps in.

 
 
 

While the north wind blows,
 
an old man without a coat
 
shuffles through the park.

 
 

In the autumn rain
 
a man embraces his son,
 
then sends him to war.

 
 
 

Heavy autumn rain—
 
the homeless man discovers
 
a hole in his tent.

 
 
 

October surprise—
 
a seventy-year-old man
 
decides to come out.

 
 

Somewhere in Ukraine
 
a plum tree is blossoming
 
in a dead man’s yard.

 
 
 

First day of April—
 
an old man and his spaniel
 
hobble through the park.

 
 
 

November morning—
 
an old man walks through the park,
 
greeting all the dogs.