Monday, April 11, 2011

Several Thoughts...

53.  Rain on fallen leaves---
       Cloak of Autumn, spicy, sweet--
       Summer's burial robe.

54.  Two vines, on a fence.
       Each off'ring its best to life.
       A grape, and a rose.

55.  Harvest is over.
       Dance to the cricket's singing.
       Winter is watching.

56.  Life is not in vein.
       In the dark a cricket sings,
      And starts are shining.