First Spring zazentruesocks offgarden door half-open,the bird is singing,it has sung for several moments,Yet, I only hear it now. Its song is beautifulsimple, infinitely complex,The
Étiquette : spring
Would You Walk With Me ?
The shadow of the leavesFrom a garden over the fenceSlowly set in motionBy the wind of spring Beauty struckDoubt has vanishedWalking through lifeOn such a
Notes & Silence 