Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Stubble Fields





Morning mists disperse
Doves pick on the stubble field
Still yellow flowers

Black rice field
Moon is seeking company
Scarecrow invites him

Black silhouettes
And white mists in the dawn
Black and white moorhen

Rain on the roof
Gurgling water on the pavement
But autumn foliage

Lips getting colder
Words spoken into the mist
Warm as the tea cup

Bald headed
Raking the white pebbles
Magpie laughing


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