Sunday, June 28, 2015

Musing






Sharp yellow light
clinging to the dying afternoon
spreading its fingers 
across the land

slow blue fog
caressing hilltops
touching skin

cool air smelling of burning green wood

white river 
falling
over rocks
like the Pacific surf roar

For a moment
it feels like California

lost

1 comment:

  1. Love the words.
    Summer in Kyoto is no joke tho....

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