Red and white taffeta snow
Litters the mown lawn.
The two girls standing by the lake
Talk of who they used to be
Before the leaves fell,
The flowers shrunk to nothing.
Looking into the lake they note how
Their faces shatter when the wind sighs.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
May 24th. 2021.
Poem No.5 The month of May, Hiroshige prints on my 2021 Calendar.
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