Sensei has gone on retreat.
No one sits on the cushion, teaching.
At dusk, a pair of geese squawk,
alighting in Spring's low alfalfa -
Refuge!
Poetry and Writings about Poetry
Sensei has gone on retreat.
No one sits on the cushion, teaching.
At dusk, a pair of geese squawk,
alighting in Spring's low alfalfa -
Refuge!