Friday, September 5, 2014

Prewinter contemplation

(88)  Hemante shirshire haoyate

In the bracing prewinter breeze,
It is He who comes, He comes, there He comes.

In the garden, jasmine flowers are dropping—
Where have their morning blossoms gone?
The chrysanthemums reach out arms,
Inviting Him with many a smile.

Rosebuds are blooming.
The swaying magnolia's heady aroma fills the air.
And buzzing bumblebees, full of hope,
Drift skyward.

In the cloudfree sky, stardust sparkles.
All the stars are alert for His arrival.

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