Ripples spread slowly where the leaf touches. The upside-down maple nods to the waves.
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Late Frost
The ginkgo trees by the river passed by the bus window, and the sunlight flickering through them sparkled. I wondered for a moment what those ripples looked like then.
Ridgeline
On the morning after the autumn rain, a ginkgo leaf that fell into a roadside puddle spun once in the wind and returned to its place.
Breeze
Ginkgo leaves that had fallen into the canal behind the bus stop were swirling along with the rainwater. They lingered in the same spot for a long time, as if endlessly asking what it means to follow the current.
Beyond
On the morning after the autumn rain, a ginkgo leaf fallen into a puddle lay still, overlapping its own reflection.
Alight
On a fall morning, when I see a puddle of rainwater by the roadside, a fallen ginkgo leaf floats on it in a circle, facing its own shadow. Even without ripples, the leaf holds its own center.
Shimmer
Even after those ripples fade, the ginkgo leaf will still be slowly turning in place in the middle of the puddle.
The ginkgo trees by the river passed by the bus window, and the sunlight flickering through them sparkled. I wondered for a moment what those ripples looked like then.
On the morning after the autumn rain, a ginkgo leaf that fell into a roadside puddle spun once in the wind and returned to its place.
Ginkgo leaves that had fallen into the canal behind the bus stop were swirling along with the rainwater. They lingered in the same spot for a long time, as if endlessly asking what it means to follow the current.
On the morning after the autumn rain, a ginkgo leaf fallen into a puddle lay still, overlapping its own reflection.
On a fall morning, when I see a puddle of rainwater by the roadside, a fallen ginkgo leaf floats on it in a circle, facing its own shadow. Even without ripples, the leaf holds its own center.
Even after those ripples fade, the ginkgo leaf will still be slowly turning in place in the middle of the puddle.