Dreaming fish splash away in primordial pond as, Princess Haiku awaits Autumn again.
Subtle intimations of copper and gold as Hakone Garden awaits Seasonal flames.
I hear ghostly footsteps in the Zen Garden; a crush of crystals in stone that evokes memory of those that once walked besides me.
The laughter of children in this moment for there is no other.
The Moon Viewing Pavilion sleeps at High Noon, preparing for the secrets of twilight when la Luna arcs into the sky.
Have you left the sounds of your footsteps on the Moon Bridge? I think you did and you and you...
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I will be backed to visit Hakone in October when the heart of the garden burns. See you then and feel free to leave haiku to water the garden.
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