A word of explanation. I had uploaded this ostensibly to my blog (www.sarvananda.blogspot.com) but didn't look closely enough so it appeared here. Oh well. Enjoy!
Water in the glass
Shakes on the kitchen table
As I am writing.
Noiseless clod of snow
Falling swiftly to the ground
Followed by others.
Shadow on the tree
Last for only a second
Then cloud swallows it.
Scattered through the snow
Thin branches are silhouettes
Of a Spring to be.
Lines along the snow
Borrowed from adjacent fence;
(Not to be repaid).
Many woodpeckers
Have feasted on this old stump.
Now, it's mainly holes.
Lying off the road
Small Siberian tundra;
(Visiting Woodstock?)
The road is empty;
All I have for company
Is my monkey mind.