Picnic Minded

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

Pound
In shades the orange bright,
Like golden lamps
In a green night.
Marvell
Me: *Watching Mulan* *Awesome drumbeat starts*
Me: I will not sing.
Me: I will not sing.
Me: I will n- LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS.
huffpostworld:

'Dronestagram' photography contest gives a drone's eye view of planet earth.
Every leaf and ever flower
Pearled
With the self-same shower.
Keats
The stars on the pond—
Again the winter shower
Ruffles the water.
Sora
The gale will not let
The cold winter rain
Fall to the ground.
Kyorai
I intended,
Never to grow old,
But the temple bell sounds.
Jokun

anostalgicnerd:

In an old house in Paris that was covered in vines…

Leaves falling,
Lie on one another —
The rain beats on the rain
Gyodai