The autumn leaves are falling like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are always two cups at my table.

T’ang Dynasty poem

Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.

~ Wu-men ~


Saturday, October 20, 2012

Raking the Leaves





Raking the leaves.
Imposing an order,
Leaves or me?

 

4 comments:

Paul said...

Surely
(On)
"me"


Nice poem!

Rick said...

:-)

nicolaavery said...

Peas on a fork is perhaps a little more ordered

Rick said...

I order peas whenever I can.

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