distant hills
drifting
in a sea of grass
waves
slip from stone
grasping nothing
winter evening -
crows glide in and gather
on the roof tops
diesel grit
blackens the fog -
a passing train
sipping dew -
a moth flutters down
the dripping eave
Molokai:
waking up -
a bird calls
- a gecko responds
no wind, no waves -
an empty boat is swamped
by the sunset
(after Dogen)
Tom Spencer © 2018
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
distant hills
drifting
in a sea of grass
waves
slip from stone
grasping nothing
winter evening -
crows glide in and gather
on the roof tops
diesel grit
blackens the fog -
a passing train
sipping dew -
a moth flutters down
the dripping eave
Molokai:
waking up -
a bird calls
- a gecko responds
no wind, no waves -
an empty boat is swamped
by the sunset
(after Dogen)
Tom Spencer © 2018
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