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.

 
 
 

Warm summer evening—
 
behind the sleazy motel
 
a homeless man sleeps.

 
 
 

blooming just in time
 
for the old man’s funeral—
 
his wife’s hollyhocks

 
 
 

First day of summer—
 
an old man hopes his grandson
 
will bring some ice cream.