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

Illustration Friday- Together

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

Basho translation by Beilenson

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

Lush- illustration friday

Illustration Friday- Lush

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

sprout

More from series of seeds

Gathered in a little speck of a seed-

A wise tree,

Sit on its branches a grove of little chickadees,

They sing and they flutter their wings as they dive into the water and become little fishes,

The children swing from its branches ,

And the nests rest on its wrinkled sleeves.

Together they weave between the sea and the sky,

Fabric of magic  and realities,

Of courage and love they sing.

Patiently, in the cocoon of the little seed.

Hatch, it will one day soon,

And the little speck of a seed,

Will be a tree.