The eye smells the incense.
The eye tastes the persimmon.
The eye hears the voices
of children in a courtyard
and the barking of a dog.

Overhead geese are flying
in the late autumn sky.
The hand touches
their soft feathers, feels
the beating of their hearts.

And when a film of ice
covers the bare branches
the one who has been attending
adjusts the weight of her pack
and descends into the valley.