(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley
(#25)
Fronds torn by the storm
Willow bathes her wounds in tears
Heaven cries above
…..
(#26)
In konara copse
Broken axe is silent now
Entombed by the ferns
…..
(#27)
In my sorrow I
Doubt that even sparrow’s joy
Can restore my heart
…..
(#28)
In chill autumn rain
Memories of sakura
Memories of you
…..
(#29)
There is bird-song when
I see my bare-footed love
Smiling demurely
…..
(#30)
All I wish for you
Is that you are happy and
You’ll remember me
Silent Pariah 
I love #26 – such a sharp, clear image
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Thanks for the kind comment. The utter stillness of this forgotten little tableau just sort of jumped out at me. Also, I recalled finding an old rusted axe in a tree as a kid growing up on a farm. There was no telling how long that axe had been there, but its patina of rust told me it had likely been decades. It was such a strange discovery, an unexpected treasure for a young kid to stumble upon, and such a mystery, too. It’s odd how these random encounters stick in our minds. I’m glad you liked this one. 🙂
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