Saturday, September 24, 2011

On Summer Passing

Nothing remains
Of the house that I was born in--

Santoka, 1882-1940

*For more on the photo, go here.


Buddhist_philosopher said...

I like the sense of nostalgia in the poem and the photo. Warm summer nights carry many of my fondest memories.

Nathan said...

Yeah, it seemed perfect for this time of year, when those nights are just about gone.