the distant mountains
are reflected in the eye
of the dragonfly
(Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1827)

beneath fast moving water
the eyes of smooth stones open

stones and water
in conversation
I hear you call me

warm whispers of the prairie wheat
caressed by summer winds

singing of love
she kneads dough for their dinner
- today's harvest

unseen but omnipresent
the cardinal's morning love song

a bell rings in mist
liquefying stones
harvest of old injuries

now wrapped and bound with mint
love long since forgotten

reflections -
in his boyhood collection
one dragonfly

09/16/2011

Author's Note: this is the tadpole circle's collective entry for the "stop, listen, collaborate" contest. The participants are: myself, Laurie Blum, Glenn Currier, Erin Eymard, Linda Fuller, Paganini Jones, & Bruce Niedt [corrected]

Posted on 09/16/2011
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