April tries to be so perfect but it’s snowing.
It knows it should be filled with fair forsythia; instead it’s snowing.
Even rain is not so unexpected for an early April evening but it’s snowing.
Snow as wet as rain is falling on the grass as green as dirt in April when it’s snowing.
Perfect.
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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