Gold Hill Seasons
Photos taken at the Botanical Gardens in San Francisco. This is a guest post by Taylor Graham who writes a "paradigm," which incorporates several different Japanese forms. I have to admit I never knew about this style. Thank you so much Taylor. GOLD HILL SEASONS How does water know? Spring is a mouth opening. What does the earth say? We carry our seeds of trees and plant ourselves in new soil. Crossing the dirt path, a black bear steers by star-drift and breeze off the hills. What is hunger, what is home to make the owl mourn? River sluices yesterdays. Her winter memories are a silken pouch of words. On the long-moon nights what sharpens the heart’s small knife? A dawn garden weeps with dew. In spring the river remembers its song from far upcountry, held fast in snow. Trees blossom out of their names, we shed our cocoons. The dark bird circles a golden hilltop – its shade crosses, passes. Gone.