Alone in a dappled wood
crossing a tumbling stream
shoes in hand
sparkles on the water
your body
in the sun.
New and collected mind-prints. by Zphx. Following H.D.Thoreau 170 years ago today. Seasons are in me. My moods periodical -- no two days alike.
crossing
ReplyDeletethe summer river
sandals in my hand
- Yosa Buson