A Prussian blue sky,
willow weeps golden threads,
silver snow drifts on brown earth.
willow weeps golden threads,
silver snow drifts on brown earth.
Shy autumnal bird.
Did you brush against the moon
and find that pale down?
In our frail world, even
meteors, the eyes of heaven
fall like dust from God's hands.
What discus player
threw a tangerine moon on
top of Main Street?