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
ON INTO WINTER
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I had thought to end the autumn season with Kigin’s “shape of the wind”
hokku, but a reader in Japan then sent me a new verse that seemed quite
appropriate...
2 weeks ago
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