Once again the Oracle was very sure about what she wanted to say.
beneath blue rivers of night
birds season in sanctuary–
the secret moon lights deep
rootpaths through the earth–
wings listening for ancient springs
The day is dreary and cold. A passing subway train, nearly empty, rattles the window as I remove the screen. A few black umbrellas walk by.
The apartments on the opposite side of my building look out on the river and the park. I wonder if they see signs of spring emerging through the grey blur of the rain.
blossoms fill the sky
For Frank Tassone’s #haikai challenge #131, first cherry blossoms. I did the artwork sometime last year, and saved it for spring. The seasons will come, with or without our approval.