Sonnet August Four
I could talk to you about the early morning
darkness in the forest and the almost
hallucinogenic mist that permeates
the mind with obfuscation and unfinished
reflection. But it was the meadow flush
with original sun and lushly spun with wildflowers
that I’d rather relate to you—despite the risk
of being quaint, conventional or dull.
Especially the drifts of Queen Anne’s Lace
—they filled the field like so much August snow—
with moon pie umbrels of compound inflorescence,
starred with countless (well I didn’t stop to count them)
white gems with a purple glint somewhere in the heart.
But let’s just say a glazed window opened on…
~Son Rivers 2005
COLD AND SOLITUDE
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Freezing weather here after a snowfall. Here again is a winter hokku by
Hashin: No sky, no earth;Only snowCeaselessly falling. And here is Kimio
Eto playin...
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