Coming of autumn, Grey clouds blow across the sky. Sands warm to the touch.
Coming of autumn, Grey clouds blow across the sky. Sands warm to the touch.
Season’s transition. Sitting alone in desert- Straw dog on fire.
Riverbeds arid, From headwater to heartland, Memories of growth.
clouds on mountains sit lit with an inner fire power line webs spread
Mountains cloaked in cloud Road stretched to the horizon Silence then thunder Dark…alone…running Sailing a jet-black river Timeless history Spring dust blocking sun Night shifts into muddy day Journey to the west
Dry river running- Roots stretch for unseen water. Thunder in distance.
Hidden cloudy sun, Forest trees create shadows. Mochi sweet on tongue.
In the spring of life- The peal of bells brings delight. Lotus floats away, Borne on the winds of sorrow. Lost, the sands that pass unseen.