Tuesday, May 19, 2009

The Ancient Japanese Garden

There is a coldness in the air.
The frost has disappeared,
And the fish have been replaced.
Looking into the murky water,
The red licorice fish swim.

On a cedar bench,
The porceline, china dolls watch,
The dance of the warrior,
Buried in an ancient Japanese garden.
Solitude has brought them to life
Day dreaming in the garden.

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