more asemic writing

i started playing with pine needles today, and decided the best way to show their beautiful curves and lines was to do some more asemic writing.  before i knew it i was writing a poem about the beauty of november in japanese katakana. well, not quite. but very nearly. it’s a beautiful poem about gray skies, the smell of damp soil, the rattle of leaves in the wind, and the distant call of migrating geese. the writing is as pretty and the words. trust me.

dried pine needles from an austrian pine