Thursday, June 6, 2019

Still Spring

“On a withered branch”
Dew vanishes in the sun
And warblers perch

“On a withered branch”
New blossoms appear
Spring’s answer

Nothing but night
We did not talk
But all secrets gone

Staring into mists
Still not to be seen
Mount Fuji in spring

Runs quicker
As time goes by

Everyone listened
As you clapped
With only one hand

Pitch dark
An empty church
But light enters

Plane taxiing
A bunch of sparrows
Taking off

And meet me on MeWe “Poets The Original” #poetsoriginal #poetstheoriginal


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