cold limbs to replace and deny the morning tides
Tag: kigo
sing to the breeze what this body cannot
wake the flesh from the trappings
wake the flesh from the trappings of the divine
sun kissed faces of april break into a smile indian summer
cracked earth the sweet scent of jasmine disturbs the soul
moonlit night barren trees bloom only for our eyes
these feet stumble from thorns so that the ones behind us may walk in peace
two steps forward one step back the mad toad leaps forth
full moon the silver shimmer of rice fields
in the space between the silent river and this body a grey heron appears