Shore
The miracle of lakes
and all that water gathered
like a congregation
found reflecting sky:
the individual sparkle;
ripples of genuflecting
white caps; waves intoning
rocky shore; the depths
unseen, unknown, but sure.
~Son Rivers 2006
MORNING SOUND
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Another spring hokku kindly shared by a reader in Japan: Early morning;The
very first sound —A pheasant’s cry. Aside from being a pleasant verse, this
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