Ah, birds whom I love, I love, I love.

                                 Sakutaro Hagiwara

Coming home

Asleep on the bed

My cat

Full of piss

One old clog

Type

 The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.  {STROKE}

 Consider the counterintuitive color of the fox with the irony of the dog that won't hunt.

"Kiss... Please"  SIRMIONE, LAKE GARDA, ITALY

The quixotic brown cow jumped over the lazy moon--fuhgeddaboutit.  {KEY}

Based on a nursery rhyme, this is more intuitive...all vowels appear in fuhgeddaboutit.

hunt-and-peck

Grandfather: They rode to freedom. And as dawn arose, Westley and Buttercup knew they were safe. A wave of love swept over them. And as they reached for each other... [closes the book]

Grandson: What? What?

Grandfather: Nah, it's kissing again. You don't want to hear it.

Grandson: I don't mind so much.

Grandfather: Okay. [opens the book again] Since the invention of the kiss, there have been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind. [closes the book] The End.

Grandson: Grandpa, maybe you could come over and read it again to me tomorrow. 

Grandfather: As you wish.

                                               --William Goldman, The Princess Bride

The story of how you are here.

Read it again to me tomorrow.

The story of why you are here.

X O X E

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

 

Green vine mistletoe

Eve of new year

Moon nearing still

A tender lasso

To catch the ox

 

 But the dots and dashes refused to stay on my pencil mark. I found I needed one hand constantly on the main dial, another on the vernier, trying to pin down my station like an elusive butterfly...Gradually I seemed to eliminate the middle step, and the sound of a letter dictated directly to my fingers without, apparently, passing through my mind at all. Letters flowed from the pencil to the tune of dots and dashes, like spirit writing.  

                                      DIT-DARR-DIT

                                                                         Anne Morrow Lindbergh, North to the Orient

Autumn

Slowness of falling leaves

Shortened days

Stars

Distant and bright

Flower near dew

Autumn

Falling leaves

Birds

See the mountain

Feel the valley

Psalm 46:10   Be still, and know that I am God...

 

                                                                

                                                 Year of rat

                                                 Departing the ship

                                                 And yet