Artwork by Guy Beining
There was this moment
in the middle of my life -
roses in the skinny limbed tree.
Ron Price
Spring
After the voices of sparrows have changed
into those of doves
that fly north in March, afte
the end of one drought
becomes the start of another, after
the splash of wildflowers,
the moths appear with moonlight
dusted onto their wings
as they emerge from between the pages
of winter's unread books.
David Chorlton
Niho no Umi
O when we dive
leave no ripple
on the surface of the world.
How long can we be together?
How long can we hold our breath?
Suzume Shi