reminds me of dogen's classic waka
to what shall
i liken the world ?
moon light reflected,
in dew drops
shaken from a crane's bill.
fall is just two weeks old, officially. strange that humans have to invent dates and clocks and calendars and even make spring and fall official as if mother's day and veterans' day are not enough. the tree tops are already baring their desolate brown branches, shivering with nothing but rags of remaining leaves against the cold rain. soon even that will be gone replaced by a stillness that only snow can produce.
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