Apr 01, 2013 11:06
excerpt from Moon Woke Me Up Nine Times
A bell at sunset
no one to hear it
this spring evening
Midnight frost
I'd like to borrow
the scarecrow's coat
Before you cut reeds
for the roof-thatch
go moon-viewing!
Sweeping the garden
the broom as it goes
forgets the snow
poetry,
poem-a-day,
april is the cruellest month