
Monstrous worms on tiptoe.
First time I see big bamboo
I have to touch.
poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY, photo by MRHayata CC BY-SA

Monstrous worms on tiptoe.
First time I see big bamboo
I have to touch.
poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY, photo by MRHayata CC BY-SA
Cherry blossomA pink steam tickles your eyes.
You choose the petit mal
of petals and perfume.
photo of cherry blossom at Daigoji Temple by Ryuta Kawakami CC BY, poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY

Over the garden fence,
what floppiness of acid pink,
what tenderness of white hydrangeas!
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poem by Rachel McAlpine CC ID, photo by Jan Smith CC ID

Heavenly footpaths.
At knee height
explosion of peonies.
poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY, photo of Inari Shrine by jpeligen CC BY-NC-SA

Gardens of Kyoto.
Somebody taught the rocks
and combed the sand.
cover and poem by Rachel McAlpine

Your eyes are corridors
of comprehension. Old.
A bee revives, and truth is tolled.
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine

Dreaming of cathedrals
you float through the cold.
Why did Sunday run away?
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine

What if your child was sad
to the bone
and you didn’t know?
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine

Watch the wagging finger
dazzle a diamante
and turn upon its owner.
photo and poem by Rachel McAlpine

A wandering, pondering, narrative dream
refreshes. What it means
is what it means to you.
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine