Today is also ending--
at the bottom of the snowstorm
the gigantic sun



(Not to be Repaid)

A word of explanation. I had uploaded this ostensibly to my blog ( 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.

No comments: