azaleas
red hot cinders
firing up the hill
Poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC
Photo by Guilhem Vellut CC BY 2.0: Azalea Festival at Shiofune Kannon-ji, Ome
azaleas
red hot cinders
firing up the hill
Poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC
Photo by Guilhem Vellut CC BY 2.0: Azalea Festival at Shiofune Kannon-ji, Ome
The last rays of the sun
polish that old lady’s
lips
Poem by Rachel McAlpine CC BY-NC 2.0, photo by Gideon on Flickr CC BY 2.0
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
Over the garden fence,
what floppiness of acid pink,
what tenderness of white hydrangeas!
—
poem by Rachel McAlpine CC ID, photo by Jan Smith CC ID
In the night a baby summer
rolls on to my bare back
like a sumo tiger.
All warm fur, and feel
the weight of it!
poem and photo by Rachel McAlpine CC BY
Gardens of Kyoto.
Somebody taught the rocks
and combed the sand.
cover and poem by Rachel McAlpine