at dusk
i often climb
to the peak of kugami.
deer bellow,
their voices
soaked up by
piles of maple leaves
lying undisturbed at
the foot of the mountain.
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Wow. That was stunningly beautiful. I love the imagery of the voices being soaked up by the maple leaves. I understood that to mean that since deer are such silent creatures, their sounds can be heard only through the nature that surrounds them.
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From guest debilynn (contact)
great imagery in this. it makes one feel as if they were there among the autumn leaves seeing a gift from God. this poem has a calming effect. -
I could feel the resonance of the Deer, their calls being muffled by the leaves, time standing still.
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