The hour has not changed
I will convince myself that
Time does not matter
Even as the clock repeats
A second round of midnight
The hour has not changed
I will convince myself that
Time does not matter
Even as the clock repeats
A second round of midnight
What greater delight,
Could the sky offer at night,
That compares to stars?
As if on cue a curtain,
Ethereal and unfolding.
Beyond the gate house
But before the small temple
Loons a ginko tree
Larger than life and twice as bright
Golden Tokaido Treasure
The rain has returned
Bringing that particular
Melancholy brand
Only Autumn can provide
Silver and ever-present
Oh Hamamatsu
A silhouetted sound-scape
Laughter to my right
Distant construction my left
Stitched together with fall leaves.
Born from silver clouds
And kissed with golden light
Drip by drop they fall
Cool and clear and colorless
For those lacking perspective
Let the music play!
Fear shall not silence our voice,
Join in the chorus,
In action, intent, and song,
Make right America’s wrongs.
Watching the sun soar
Lower in the clear blue sky,
I am filled with joy,
It is finally Autumn!
Then trepidation sinks in…
Autumn lullaby
What verse are you singing us?
Will you sing of trees
Swaying in the wind’s embrace
Blushing at a secret joke?
Rolling down hillsides
Swirling between copper leaves
The gauze of our world
Creeps into our storied minds
Planting the sweetest of dreams