atop your muddy heights
the view is clear
a gentle kick
and i remember the caramel summer
when, after a long day
birds fly home to warm nests
and the winds turn
tumbling down your slopes
cooling
the waking valleys
Thursday, September 20, 2012
wild black
sticks and earth
inside the cave shade retreat
all around the afternoon swelter
buzzing insects
and the creaking of reaching bamboo
steeped gifts
from the old tea trees
defiant and
leafing in the sunlight
servants to the generations
inside the cave shade retreat
all around the afternoon swelter
buzzing insects
and the creaking of reaching bamboo
steeped gifts
from the old tea trees
defiant and
leafing in the sunlight
servants to the generations
Labels:
portland,
tea,
writing club
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