by Masago: Rengay 3, Verses 1-5 (of 6)
Little beggar... squirreling away pine cones / in our roof.
A layer of dark moss, on each cedar shake.
Yellowing larch — the wind shakes more needles / onto the ground.
A seedling fir, nearly covered in leaves — forest clearing.
Alpine meadow flowers... the added scent of juniper.
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5 comments:
Love the feel to this.
as aurora says
and i love the fact that my nose is now as involved as my eyes
cheers
The scent of juniper...
Reminds me of of a visit to the Karst village in which my grandfather was born, of the ruins which used to be his house and of juniper berries all around. The taste...
delightful!
(i won't say it but i might have discovered the other theme too :-))
Aurora: Thanks.
Floots: :-)
Borut: Juniper can be strong...
Polona: Thanks. You'll have to tell us tomorrow if you were correct. :-)
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