Vermillion leaves,Fall from pale limbs aloft,In death, true beauty. Gently falling snow,Turn harsh corners to soft mounds,All life to a dream. Smells of blossom-rains,And the playful wind-whispers.Let me go, lost days. Man-made fields gleam green,Baked into false-permanence,'neath Her mournful gaze.
How many summers,Drinking deep of sun and tea,Will I pass idly? The sweat on my brow,And beading on my cool glass,Call to mind - Summer! Children out at play,Their games, so loud, annoying,Maybe I'm jealous. Summer brings to mind,Nostalgia, heat, and softness,Like clever lovers. The futon is cool,The air is hot and sticky,When does Autumn … Continue reading midland’s idle summer
I cling to a yesterday,So far in the past,That it makes me wonder,If it ever saw the light of day.
Iron bells singing,Gently lilting perfume breeze,Students' deep discourse.I turn a page with the wind,The sun, my love, my warm light.
I sneeze and sniffle,But summer mornings this lovely,Are worth the trouble.
Family gravestones seemSo cool, even in this heatGlistening with dew. Ladle of water,Wash away these worldly sins,Make me clean again. Mountain pilgrimage,A thousand-thousand steps up,Like unending dreams. I take strange comfort,In my slumbering god-ghosts,Dreaming of this land,From their little demimondes,Nestled deep in mossy homes.
Winter clings to Time,Spring mud scattered in her wake,She melts, yet remains. Warm sun on my back,I’m filled with bitter respect,This perseverance.
I adore the rain,Flittering through cigarette smoke,Scattering my clouds,With fingers lightly dancing,Washing away pain.
My lunar beloved,Whose shimmering silver spears,Pierce my shameless eyes,Tear out these poisonous thoughts,And grace my mind - vacuous.
I am a Mayfly,A life that ends in a day,A faint light snuffed out.The clocks portend my last death,Over and over again.