The winds gives me enough fallen leaves to make a fire. (Ryokan)

My girl Brunhilda:

All still when summer is over
stand shocks in the field,
nothing left to whisper,
not even good-bye, to the wind.

After summer was over
we knew winter would come:
we knew silence would wait,
tall, patient calm.
















































































 

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