The Boy, the mole, the fox and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy

Beauty

Of the wings

This bumblebee

Stirring

Fragrance of flowers

 

Letters

A ceremony

Of brushes with ink

When shall our sleeves

Meet

 

Lotus

Tangled in a scroll

My black hair

Long as a cloud

Of birds

 

Quietness

Of the tea house

A simple bowl

For these flowers

This scroll

 

Berries

Picked this afternoon

For their ripeness

More purple

In your mouth

 

The touch

Of petals

Falling

The moon is dark

Dear