It matters not
What you might say.
Echoes will come
From dead trees. ~Issa (The Year of My Life, Trans: N YuasaJ)

Soon…the warmth of spring rains will transform bare branches into dense shades of green.
It matters not
What you might say.
Echoes will come
From dead trees. ~Issa (The Year of My Life, Trans: N YuasaJ)

Soon…the warmth of spring rains will transform bare branches into dense shades of green.
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Two ancient pine-trees…
a pair of gnarled
and sturdy hands
with the green fingers.
Ryoto
That branch really catches the eye but I just love the picture of the leave and drops. I must get a macro lens!
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