Today’s version of the afternoon version of the picture from the balcony.
Autumn is coming and the flowers are gone from the balcony. The buddha sits in it’s own corner and will sit there until the new flowers come in spring. And after that and after that and after that.
The Buddha sits in his little corner of the balcony.
And toasts a fish
Upon a fork
His hand is raised
To sleet and sun
His shoes doffed to
Time passes by:
A snowflake in
A summer sky.
Another day, another sunset, the same balcony.
And suddenly it rained… So hard that it felt like hail.
The buddha usually sits quietly in it’s corner of the balcony.