by James Woodham comb your hair with windlet the hills flow through your eyessun adorn your skin wind on the waterwind in my hair and the crow’s hollow notes dropping sun warm on the skinears full of the mountain streambreathing the blue sky to be free of nowas a bird takes to the airthe future floating …Read More
Tag: Biwako haiku
Way Back When On my doorstep happy as an utter fool I gaze at Mount Hira. Wind in the arms of the May-leaved trees, a chill on my skin. I think of Cid Corman and a friend who knows Gary Snyder cloud on the mountain. Wind soughing the leaves, a drop of rain now the …Read More
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