Autumn Red

I wish the firing red

Shaded the coldness around.

Again, November foliage

Is painting the sky and the ground.

All the beautiful places

Wait and wait to be together found.

I wish …

But it doesn’t matter anymore, now.


I Give My Turn For You

If I could stop the end of the bottle
That was spinning in the dream right now,
It would point at you, my angel,
I would claim the lips I’m allowed.
But I wake up every morning,
I never want to bring you down from the clouds.
Do you want to spin the bottle
Only among the angels’ crowd?

Daily prompt: bottle

Life is Short, Kiss the Rose

I can spend forever to trace
These soft delicate rosy curves.
My eyes are lost in this lovely shape,
Yours is craft created by nature.
My fingers can’t keep in proper place
To trail in front grace, tender.
My lips close the space
And your kiss back stills the earth.

Daily Post prompt : Trace
Last Sunday at Kyoto botanical garden, Kyoto