Category: Poetry

November 22nd

when days are short, don’t try to do much work – but always reflect deep

November 21st

nandina berries – as if nature’s blood has frozen in poisonous drops…

November 19th

fallen leaves pile up, run with the wind, roll down the slope, sink in the river

Senryu #1

many friends when you’re up, few when you’re down and hardly any when you’re You…

November 18th

a bowl of porridge steams against the window – heat turns into crystals