Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Very Late Spring

 A pheasant’s cry
Then fluttering

Sluice door opens
The ship is coming out
With pouring light

Tenebrous hour glass
Darkness falling down, down, down
Turning to white sand

Even during spring
The weather might be dreadful
Sparrow keeps feeding

Hi Mister magpie
Lazing on a sunny day?
How is the missus?

Beneath any sky
You cannot hide your vices
But hide your virtues

Brighten up, old boy
When flower fragrance enters
Spring is here again

Candle blown out
Shadow is leaving
Roams with the clopping

Mist over meadow
Moon sickling himself through
Birds keep chirping


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