Apple Blossoms

Good Friends: This is a 12 Verse Solo Renga; it is in the Junicho form: Apple Blossoms Cool in the morning A few leaves are still clinging To a few branches Is it Monday or Tuesday? Days of retirement blend Dry snowflakes falling, Like white dust on the dry ground, Scatter in the wind As a stranger's car drives by Exceeding the speed limit While clucking her tongue She disapproves of the way Children act today Opinions fill cyberspace There's no time for calm or grace A few grains of sand Shifting at the river's edge Ripple the surface Sharp rays of intense sunlight Sweat descends into the eyes As she adds water To her small garden fountain In her small front yard The shadow of her lover Approaching with the full moon Briefly the wind holds The scent of apple blossoms, The sound of an owl "I knew you'd be here tonight." Wave upon wave of silence