Wearing a halo of mist

Glowing pink and purple 

In the afternoon light

A sprawling from a hub

Gave way to patches of green


The wine colored country 

Unfolded as we tumbled

Into our rooms

And our travel kinks 

Floated away

As we stroked the sunrise 

Stained the lake a hazy pink


With the jade tree green rivers

Or the apple trees

And the thought of wearing our sun screen

And evergreens

Are layered 

Like feathers 

At your feet


Nothing but a blur from a bullet train

A picturesque 

Old teahouse 

With a carp pond


As trundled out of the tunnel

As trundled out of the tunnel