Cold and wet,
The rain removes the blossoms;
Flower trees.

On water,
slowly sinking to bottom;
fish nibble.

On walkway,
Trampled by the walkers by;
Unseeing.

On wind wisps,
The lucky ones learn to fly;
Traveling.

In grasses,
Caught in spring’s rebirth of green,
Soft settling.

Flowers lost,
Then what does the rebirth mean?
In casting.

On water,
Or riding on air currents,
Drifts away.


Gloom 99

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