When the swallows returned last year they made their nest in the embroidery room. They gathered clay from the flower-garden, and scattered dust over harp and books.
When the swallows returned this year, no one heard their twittering speech. She who had rolled up the screen for them was there no more… in the amber twilight a soft pattering rain.~Hsin Ch’i-chi*
Hammad Rais‘ Weekend Sky
*cited: Trans. Anonymous. The Jade Flute Chinese Poems in Prose. The Project Gutenberg Ebook of The Jade Flute.
a meditative journey 
Beautiful description of the changing seasons and the absence of a loved one. Truly captures the essence of nature’s cycle and the impact of loss.
Hsin Ch’i-chi‘s poetry touches my soul with a deep gentleness…thank you for sharing your thoughts
This is so amazingly wonderful. Your capture and the selection from the poetry are so lovely 🙂
Thank you for “amazing wonderful”. I imagine Hsin Ch’i-chi‘s modest smile in reply to your comment.