capturing in prose
Sooty skies have been scraped away and red and yellow times are falling into the blue abyss of a sharpen wind.
Why we pin a memory of autumn here before we miss the leaves in frames?
煤けた空は削り取られ、赤と黄の時が研ぎ澄まされた青の深淵へと沈み込む。
紅葉が終わってしまう前に秋の記憶をピン留めするのは、冬に寂しさを感じるからではなく、夏が恋しいからでもない。
the end of autumn
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship – W.Blake
A part of Monochrome Monday.
Sometimes a tongue is sharper than the thorns on the roses.
Sometimes lips are sweeter than a bouquet of roses.
into the bottom of forest
falling a dim light
far from the crest
It might not be a pine corn but something small less than 2.5cm (1 inch). It missed the color after the rain.
1cmにも満たない松ぼっくりのようなこれが何かはわからないが、雨の後で色を失っていた。
The day ended very fast in the autumn and the grass were swinging in the mist of time.
秋の日は短く、雑草は時の霧中に揺れ動く。
l'atelier tanu | tagnoue 