Furtive, like shadows, they skirt the edge of forests then leap to safety
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Furtive, like shadows, they skirt the edge of forests then leap to safety
Gold Chrysanthemums raise their heads in sunlight, a color cluster
On the outside skin: an artwork array of lines - In the inside: seeds
Corn, fields are brimming and reaching high towards the sky; the harvest begins
Reflecting sunlight on the edge of the puddle; shadows and muddle
Night rides the change of seasons
this cold air's welcome for all kinds of reasons
Late summer season corn; the harvest continues with nibbles and smiles
Willow tree branches dancing in late summer wind - a long song begins
Lightning bayonets striking trees, thundering fierce; we stay inside, safe
for Algot
In the woods: laughter; the sound, like a falling rain, and what comes after