紙の文
をたづさへたり
澄める哉
kami no fumi
wo tazusaetari
sumeru kana
poet’s page
held in my hands—
clearness’ light!
#in an autumn garden
last field
this was written while taking a walk through an arboretum earlier, holding in my hands a poetry book I am reading. I sat down and turning the pages I looked in wonder at the light shining through them from an angle. opaque one moment, transparent the next, under the autumn afternoon's sun. and i realize, this is also the nature of the poem itself. being held gently, it becomes clear and transparent to the mind.
lofty herald
old depot
this was written while taking a walk through an arboretum earlier, holding in my...
You captured such a beautiful moment; your words only deepen its memory and worth.