Itsukushima Shrine (Poem #98)

Red and orange hide the blue sky,

each second they flood my vision,

soon it is all I see,

it overtakes the sight of the leaves and branches,

I become mesmerized,

focusing only on the next glimpse of red I will get,

holding onto the idea that they will never end,

then I turn and I see it with all of it’s glory.

No reds,

no oranges,

yet that is what makes it beautiful,

the contrast of stone to red,

and intricate marksmanship

to nature.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s