Kyoto, 13 November 2016
We read glumly about the results of the American presidential elections and their aftermath. The future looks bleak. Yet, even in this dark hour, it is impossible not to be struck by the beauty that surrounds us in Kyoto.
The paintings on the sliding doors of the temples, branches spreading over a wash of gold.
The sweep of moss, brilliant green, under the trees, in the temple gardens.
The leaves turning on the Japanese maples, early November scarlet bleeding into old summer green.
I am moved, like the Japanese poets of old, to compose a haiku.
Velvet moss greening gnarled roots,
Maples blooming red:
I weep for America.
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Sliding doors: http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/44858
Japanese poet: https://www.pinterest.com/reaconnell/haiku-japanese-poetry/
Other photos: ours
the heart thrills 