Yuzawa, Japan / Ryokan Onsen / Fall 2008
The overcast sky wept quietly.
It’s tears joining with the Earth’s breathe.
Mountain peaks and ridges covered with evergreens
pierced the roiling, gray firmament.
Parasoled people paraded past shops,
selling candied ginger and quince.
Road weary tourists bathed their frozen feet
in street side hot springs
And, so, the day commenced.
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