so violent –
on violets raindrops
cold and endless
so violent –
on violets raindrops
cold and endless
wistful thoughts
on a beautiful day;
wisteria…
things far away
seem oddly near now;
the moon through blossoms…
on a purple sky,
the halo of the moon
is a ring of gold…
willow fluff,
as if in fairytale,
dances slowly…