Lines
in the twilight mist
where they go I cannot see…
I envy the wild geese
only their voices trailing behind
poetry
deep…into spring
irises
to look at flowers
just once more, say, “flowers!”
buds of spring
weekly photo challenge: vivid
such quantities of wind
on the floor of a spacious room
summer room–
and still not quite enough
~Issa*
get your camera out and join in the fun … Vivid
*cited:
The Year of my Life
Trans: N Yuasa












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