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