The wind embraced the clouds.
The clouds embraced the wind.
The sun held an umbrella.
A skylark nodded,
flew back and forth,
then perched on the young woman’s shoulder.
Eyes half-closed,
she caressed her salt-and-pepper hair.
Two years have passed,
she no longer dreams.
Thank you for reading.
Yoshiko Amemiya
Jan 29, 2026