Moon, plum blossoms
 this, that
and the day goes 

 ~Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828)

{random poetry #132}

How swiftly the strained honey

of afternoon light

flows into darkness

and the closed bud shrugs off

its special mystery

in order to break into blossom

as if what exists, exists

so that it can be lost

and become precious

IN PASSING by Lisel Mueller

alice on acid 

The Unwritten Record 1971

 

Hiræth