Shores
The green unbroken tree-
lined shores surround this lake
like dreams, defining life,
encircle consciousness.
The cumulus-filled sky
beyond commands attention
like each thought that passes
in our head. That all
is one is left unsaid.
~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 days ago
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