crow caws thinks leaving
passing day move on
flight feathers new journey
september 27, 2012
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Bitter
This tea so fragrant
So green like shadows
Of reluctant sunrises
This fragrance stirs
Dried leaves inside; sparks,
Soon feathers will aflame
September 27, 2012
So green like shadows
Of reluctant sunrises
This fragrance stirs
Dried leaves inside; sparks,
Soon feathers will aflame
September 27, 2012
Monday, September 24, 2012
Departure
Glancing out the window at
The earliest shades of Autumn.
Leaves contemplating departure
From graying gnarled branches; a
Gradual decent to mist dampened soil.
A red tailed hawk swoops low; tilts,
A flash of sienna in its spread tail.
The hamster pauses then freezes;
still motionless tribble-like, as
I fill another Yixing cup with Oolong.
September 24, 2012
The earliest shades of Autumn.
Leaves contemplating departure
From graying gnarled branches; a
Gradual decent to mist dampened soil.
A red tailed hawk swoops low; tilts,
A flash of sienna in its spread tail.
The hamster pauses then freezes;
still motionless tribble-like, as
I fill another Yixing cup with Oolong.
September 24, 2012
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