China Wind

Sunrise, a pink rainbow vanishes in the depths of a conch shell capturing songs at sea, children race in windy spring meadows abloom with mustard flowers, their straw hats bob.China winds, the din and throngs of city streets, wafting from outdoor cafes steamed pu-erh with rose*, summer's fresh cut grass, picking wild strawberries, the thick green scent of the woods and sunsets.


faint cry...
a mountain shrike
lost in the mist