the streets are dark --
even streetlamps rest -- but
light spills from the temple.
The Temple That Never Closes [Haiku]
Reply
Morning. Whether I want to be or not.

with sun down,
the sky lingers in blue,
then fades to black.








Autumn moon first glimpse
is impossibly huge;
the next, it shrank!

sun sets upon
the river delta:
then pitch black night.
Wide are the meadows of night,
And daisies are shinng there,
Tossing their lovely dews,
Lustrous and fair;
And through these sweet fields go,
Wanderers amid the stars --
Venus, Mercury, Uranus, Neptune,
Saturn, Jupiter, Mars.
'Tired in their silver, they move,
And circling, whisper and say,
Fair are the blossoming meads of delight
Through which we stray.
Note: the word “shinng” seems to be spelled that way in all sources. I don’t know whether it was a typo, dialectic, or a heterodox spelling.