Evening Arrival
Chirping in the night
Peep frogs welcome my return
To the spring marshes
Standing in the cool, idyllic darkness, the night branches are embellished with resplendent stars sparkling mutely against the deep indigo sky. Resounding from within the forest, tiny frogs symphonize together, while cricket's duet with the melodic wind rustling through the underbrush. Though I can not quite make out the silhouettes of our gardens, I catch a faint scent of lilies drifting up from below. How wonderful it is to be home again.
Peep frogs welcome my return
To the spring marshes
Standing in the cool, idyllic darkness, the night branches are embellished with resplendent stars sparkling mutely against the deep indigo sky. Resounding from within the forest, tiny frogs symphonize together, while cricket's duet with the melodic wind rustling through the underbrush. Though I can not quite make out the silhouettes of our gardens, I catch a faint scent of lilies drifting up from below. How wonderful it is to be home again.