the way home

 

 

 

 

“The house was quiet and the night was calm”

~ Wallace Stevens

 

 

 

snowstorm casualties

 

 

 

 

 

 

rich

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hide and go seek in her greenhouse
pots of iris and gladiola bulbs
the air was thick and rich
with the scent of dirt

 

 

 

about last night

 

 

 

 

I prefer the messiness of real life

 

 

 

accumulation

 

 

 

 

“How much does he lack himself who must have many things?”

~ Sen no Rikyu