Musings

The first morning of autumn:
the mirror I investigate
reflects my father’s face
-Shiki Masaoka (loose translation by Michael R. Burch)

Silence. A strangled
telephone has forgotten
that it should ring.
-Michael R. Collings

I glance up
the clouds have changed
configurations
while I read of love
and inconsistent moods.

Losing its name
a river
enters the sea

(Photo courtesy: Axel Leonhardt)