Tao of the Land -------------------------------------------
On midnights…the wind gong sings
To the samurai constellations
As the cherry trees blossom
In a nexus of diamond petals
And furnace drops of dew
Now silken are the roads of China
And only starlit sky and rice lit fields
Mourn again the rivers gold
Where I take my brush again
To paint the tea tree forest,
And people of the dragons
A hauntingly lovely poem in every regard, and a perfect compliment to the illustration. I loved it, loved it, absolutely loved it! Bravo... Bravo!!! Michael
What a lovely poem, so rich with word pictures! The poem literally sings with mystic peace and an enthralling mind picture of midnight magic in China! Nice work lovely lady!
Submission Name: Tao of the Land
