Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array