Black Day and Red Night

Fire blazed black the land.

The sky weeps. Bouquets of soft

buds push through charred loam.

The Pandemic

Long days of summer

moons of sitting in stillness

the plane leaves have dropped

Nature

How does the river

know where to flow, the trees where

to grow? Nature knows.

My partner Blake and I wrote a haiku each on our walk on the Kumano Kodo Pilgrimage Trail, and left them under a tree by the Daimon Gate in Koyasan for his parents to find as they were visiting that place is 3 weeks time.

My poem is the top one and Blake’s is the bottom one and both describe what we saw and experienced on the walk.