Monday, September 30, 2013

Just a tiny sliver of silver 
in the delicately embroidered blue black cloth.
Talks with the mullien in the garden,
the tomatoes quietly listen,
the little spider crochets as the stars giggle.
A tiny moon, seems so light
Having poured out most of what it had
Almost empty, it hangs.

Some music to give the night company

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Here where a thousand
captains swore grand conquests
Tall grasses their monuments.

Basho translation by Beilenson

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

with its crooked smile
the moon asks 'where do you rush?' the night is so long.

Sunday, September 1, 2013

Illustration Friday- Lush

Entry for this week's Illustration Friday- topic 'lush'