It is the season of the vulture: they have shattered the wheel
of time on its axis: winged splinters, tearing up the clouds.
O traveller! See how they pick apart the bones of the sun?
Toni is our host in the Imaginary Garden, where she asks us to Season Your Poetry.
One of my favourite forms of Oriental poetry is Sijo, which I have attempted here, and in keeping with the present season in South Africa, which is late Summer.
These photos were taken a few weeks ago, when we followed the circle of vultures to their feeding ground.
