Wisteria I

My Ink Brush Talks

Cool summer air clears my room, the high night sky

darkens and I leave the days’ storm at my feet.

My ink brush quick, light draws the words out

oh, fireflies your heart burns bright

I will follow your evening light all the way up the mountain.

only today’s snow on the branches,

this fleeting, cold wet

on my face,

here, I am

alive, alive, alive !!!

– h.

happy new year

                                    … to dance and sing with

                  One-thousand silver snowflakes, a small delight

                                    One-thousand crane blessings,

                                                 … what luck!

                                                             h.

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  “Winter Blessings”