The yellow door holds
Its secrets dear, yet beckons
To each passerby

The yellow door holds
Its secrets dear, yet beckons
To each passerby

Find them anywhere
And everywhere, little
Libraries to share

Nothing to see here
Just a pile of pipes, sitting
Alone, forgotten

Raindrops gathering
On lily pads. Water is
The nectar of life.

The purple sweetness
Of wisteria is near
I glance over, shy
