WHYGARDEN twelve
Clouds
Fall upon me
Like that old white shirt of years past
Inscribed with the clarity and joy of youth
With the faint smile floating at the corner of my lips
I read your tender verses
Etched into the seasons
Far more than a single slender spring
It is what is carved year after year in my heart
Your likeness
Like a spring that never fades
So many different winds
have crossed every life:
spring and autumn,
summer and winter,
open fields and high cloud banks.
Those moving streams of air
shape us into different mountains and rivers.
If noise is not the life you want,
then enjoy the quiet
of answering only to yourself.
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WHYGARDEN
Time Well Wasted in Spring Light
If we never make time for the seemingly useless, how are we to spend our finite lives?
WHYGARDEN
In Conversation with the Wind of the Fifteenth Century
Where civilizations overlap, spring is filled with fragrance.
