In the distance

The wayfarer grows smaller,

as he passes

birds rise from roadside bushes

His dusty footsteps

send trails of smoke

that frame

the sky and wintery mountains

In their embrace

sits the sunset

Fleeing southward, fearing hunger

the flock alights, beneath my terrace

I raise my hand in gratitude

to this wanderer for their company

They eat their meal in conversation

as I sit and drain my glass