Wednesday, November 16, 2016

997. Hojoki - Kennith Rexroth

Hojoki by Kennith Rexroth

A thing unknown for years, 
Rain falls heavily in June, 
On the ripe cherries, and on 
The half cut hay. 
Above the glittering 
Grey water of the inlet, 
In the driving, light filled mist, 
A blue heron 
Catches mice in the green 
And copper and citron swathes. 
I walk on the rainy hills. 

It is enough.