nothing but the moon tonight—
and cotton-like clouds in burnished shreds...
above a ragged wall of black pine trees
lining the narrow road sporadically lit—
where I and this form of a shadow split.
~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)
ON TO AUTUMN - About a week ago, we reached and passed Harvest Home — Lughnasa[dh] by its old Celtic name. Harvest Home, the holiday which takes place on August 1, marks...
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