Harvest Moon: Around The Pond I Wander

First Snow-falling-on The Half-finished Bridge.

An Autumn Night - Don’t Think Your Life Didn’t Matter.

If I Had The Knack I'd Sing Like Cherry Flakes Falling

The Desire To Break The Silence With Constant Human Noise Is, I Believe, Precisely An Avoidance Of The Sacred Terror Of That Divine Encounter.

Come, Butterfly It's Late- We've Miles To Go Together.