“August
rain:
the
best of the summer gone,
and
the new fall not yet born.
The
odd uneven time."
Sylvia Plath
Colours
are jading
Some
fog on summer’s morning
A
crow is crossing
Colours
maturate
White
cumuli above fields
Lazy
river plays
The
red rising sun
Above
the green river and trees
A
gazing biker
Jasmin
blossoms
Swimming
in chartreuse tea
And
reminiscence opens
The
red rising sun
Above
the green river and trees
A
gazing biker
Ripe
cherries
The
starlings are feasting
Don’t
mind the fence
Day’s
work done
One
car, one road, one home
Cathedral’s
two towers
Kanzan
and Jittoku
Discussing,
joking, laughing
While
pounding rice
Behind
the leaves
Three
crows debating news
Not
minding the cat
.
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