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Beneath a Tree Diary Entry Winter Equinox 1670
Diary Entry Winter Equinox 1670
Upon the twelfth hour of Winter's gail, for a moment a glorious splashed painting appear.... as the sullin clouds run...run onward toward the east.. in a misty breath of distant dreams, I remember Basho an old friend of mine. Fugi lying silent....a summit to be reached, a heavey sigh....
A wind blown memory, so long ago atop Fugi (The Winter Snow) Cherry Blossoms of Spring (below) Trees of Autumn (wind blown) days passing by oh so quick....each season now a memorable story of the time we spent upon a summer dream
beneath a tree
for a moment
I hear basho
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2025
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