From gray to pale blue
He watches the changing sky
The bedroom window
The June air, clear and cloudless,
The street empty and quiet
Three day old flowers
(some petals on the table)
Need to be replaced
Emptying the dishwasher
More cleanup from the party
She first looks online
Before making a payment
On her credit card
Searching family histories
Filling in the family tree
Love in the morning
Before the children wake up
Before the dawn's light
The full moon, softened by haze,
Sets swiftly behind the oaks
The November earth
Brown and sere and very cold
Waits for winter's birth
He crams for his next exam;
He's studying Japanese
The first time this year
No need for coat or sweater
In the warm spring air
"I think we can get through this,"
Her voice soft and hesitant
2 comments:
Renga really is growing on me. It's much as you describe, like a Pieter Bruegel painting.
Bruegel, eh? Yes, I can see that. I had always used musical metaphors for renga, comparing Renga to Haydn, for example. But I like this visual comparison.
Jim
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