Thursday, May 20, 2021

this spring sonnet is temporarily appearing in consciousness

May is the month of dead flowers

as well as newborn ones.

Already the forsythia has disappeared,

the cherry blossoms all is fallen,

lilacs are turning fragrantly brown,

and all the dandelion is gone to seed.

Temporary flowers cannot stay

the great transformation.

The May-November romance is

actually April-May.

Every second is a season

appearing or disappearing

in constant consciousness—

I am the dragon and not my flames.









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