The sky opens upon
the meadow where
the deer couple meet.

The wild grapes could not
resist the yearning,
and  ripen as they curl up
from the back of the old tree.

The wind flows as time,
and time flows as the wind
on this lonely mountain.

As you look for the
mountain road,
your clothes are dyed
in scarlet.

Drunken by the scent
of wild grapes,
the sunset is so red
this evening.