The Hail Fell

Here is the place where your eyes rested
Upon the sparrows flitting through the pine boughs

Here is the place where your body rested
Upon withered grass which even now remains lifeless

How quickly autumn came to a close
How distant and small the winter sun

Onto the path through the ravine between the back hills
The hail fell fluttering down
The hail fell

THE HAIL FELL 2*