On the hydrangeas

the weight of the morning sun

the evening sun


---Otsuyu


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crane fly in the web
sucked dry:
wings, legs, body, one flat line
murmuring river:
a poet listened to
every day
suddenly
the sound of loneliness:
curlew on the moor
the old gardener
dozing
...drooping rose heads
the old school  -
nature gobbles the playground
bindweed picks the lock
weeding dandelions  -
his white head
amongst white heads
summer vacation  -
candy-floss
...clouds
summer journey
between glittering columns
of midges
tipping the rose
to smell  -
cascade of rainwater
everything
wrapped in sunlight  -
nothing unforgiven
olympics  -
already on the flagpole:
snail
sun
through the clouds  -
ox-eye daisy
the blind man
reading the braille
of his opened flowers
home, trailing spiders' webs  -
Wordsworth
trailed clouds
the old school closed  -
only the bees
murmuring a lesson
rose petals spreading
at the feet
of the autumn bride
buttercups
brimming
with sunlight
faces to the sun  -
father mother children
daisies
autumn -
the master spreads his
orange robe
autumnal breeze -
leaves
turning