‘For it is by grace you are saved…not by works least any man should boast…’
Answering a challenge to condense three of Basho’s wonderful ku into one. To see the whole challenge visit the original post
It is unexpectedly cold tonight and I am curled up under two quilts, wondering how I came to be in this unknown place. The moon is lost among drifting stars that call to me with a strange intensity.
in a field of dry grass
I planted a small deciduous Azalea in the front garden when we first came here. I didn’t have much hope that it would survive because our soil is poor and damp, and at one stage I thought it was dead. But this spring these beautiful, tightly furled buds are finally open, looking like crushed silk.
swirls the creases
from her kimono