strewing light of the unburnt bush

[pineneedles]

morning vulnerability,
suddenly yo violet willow smiled at me in her bright kimono -
presence of the goddess




clouds, as a dream
pussy willow candlesticks for the fire of the sun -
unburnt, fecundating




see! hobbitual offspring of a pine tree, as lofty as a coltsfoot sometimes.
have you ever thought that slender blades of grass are able to think, to feel?