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Tuesday, November 14, 2017

Only the Holes Know













Sun has disappeared;
Clouds have fully cloaked the sky; 
Whole world is gray now.






















Gliding past my house
A figure with a red hat;
Animal or man?



















Rhododendron buds
Stand up brightly this dim day;
Don't mind the weather.


































Where are the lilacs?
Only their dim leaves remain.
(Not even a scent).


































Stream is all shadows:
Liquid darkness and cloud light.
Faint water whispers.



















Receiving new gifts
Flat rock graciously accepts them,
Its stone arms open.




















They are still waiting
For wind to blow them away:
These patient seed puffs.



















Eating on the road
Goat enjoys some new freedom;
(Then he's had enough).





















Woodpecker's pecking--
Did they find anything here?
Only the holes know.























The magic wood snake
Poised in mid air, not to strike,
But to take a look.












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