a cool breeze blows through

the wide open sliding door —

Aki no Kami


Aki no Kami draws near.

Last night in dream, I watched her

as she brushed her jet-black hair.

Soon, she will unpack

her autumn bundle

for all to see.

Steam rising from a dawn tea cup.

Slow-turning leaves.


(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com

sound: Woodland Alcoves / Robert Davies