Memories of many flights linger. Of gliding through salt water mists and sprays. 90 degree dives, the impacts, the chills. How sardines danced on this beak.
“…She’s photographing us…”
their whispers echo, the riverside murmur
Red Spider Lilies.
Autumn in rural Japan, colors are subdued
except for patches of bright blood red,
Spider Lily Red.
Got me an ancient silk in the Spider Lily Red
once worn upon the skin, an innermost thread.
Flashing red under a coat of subtlety
with dye that bleeds just like the blood.
Originally posted on Cowbird.com on October 2, 2012. Photos are from Autumn 2013.