I write this poem, and the sun comes out....
Autumn Wet: A Tanka
gray softness lies low
against the brown mountainside
crowding out shadow -
fallen leaves pile up, too wet
to dance in the autumn wind.
Funny, how the kami mess with me that way...LOL.
Got most of my next chapter of fox tales written...amazing.
gray softness lies low
against the brown mountainside
crowding out shadow -
fallen leaves pile up, too wet
to dance in the autumn wind.
Funny, how the kami mess with me that way...LOL.
Got most of my next chapter of fox tales written...amazing.
calm