BRIAN & ANGELA

OCTAKU ~ 8 8 8 ~ ORIENTAL POEMS !

 

 

On a leaf ~ on a leaf ~ a leaf

casts swaying paler green shadows

and suddenly ~ the Tree Frog sings !

 

The Sun shines on the garden moss

and in the trees a Deer appears 

we shout with JOY ~ it disappears !

 

Hushed are the Pines on the lake shore

and above them the the Mountain rises

to join Sky ~ seamless tapestry !

 

Beautiful Lady ~ rolls her blind

She sits in the stillness ~ crying

weeps for the sadness ~ in her Heart !

 

Thanks for visiting ~ comments welcome ~ love BRIAN XOX

 

In the ORIENT ~ EIGHT is a lucky number

A triplet in which each line has EIGHT

syllables is very lucky ~ Yours BRIAN !