I
It's over -
The orgiastic frenzy of a brutal sky.
In the restive fields now ripple
Wave after green wave.
II
The white of the kohua
Breaks the lull of an inky sky.
An autumn sky whispers -
There's a season for every poem.
III
In every crease of descending light
A revelation.
With every emotion
Awakens a word…
[Kohua is a kind of river reed with fluffy white flowers]
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The white of the kohua Breaks the lull of an inky sky. An autumn sky whispers - There's a season for every poem... beautiful revelation. tony