winter house beckons
ghost bells jangle between trees
sunrise warms my heart
Old age approaches. Death stalks his dreams. He hangs Ghost Bells in trees to ward off evil spirits. Then another sunrise, full of promise and life arrives – a new day to savour.
Translation by Google (hopefully it is close)
冬の家が手招き
ゴースト鐘は木々の間に聞こえる
日の出は私の心を温め
Poetry is my aeroplane 