The Walk – Part ll – First Snow 初雪 Hatsuyuki

Last year
they walked during a heavy snow
to the place, their place.
It was snowing heavily
but it was not the first snow – hatsu yuki.

She looked out her office window.
Walk day.
she turned from the window
her back to the dark
cold day. Her reflection
was a ghost against the glass.

When next she turned,
it had begun to snow –
Small tight pellets bouncing
against the glass.
She smiled. First snow.

When she left her office
the snow was like the
falling petals of white sakura.
Light, then heavy as the wind swirled.
Already the ground was white
and drifts of snow getting
deeper on the parked cars.

A car pulled beside her.
Down came the window.
“It is too cold. Let’s just drive around.”
She shook her head.
“It is the first snow. I need
to be in it. I need to go to my heart home.”

He parked and joined her.
She spoke softly.
“Years ago, I sat in the hatsu yuki
at Ryoanji. Snow settled around the
rocks like a white shawl.
The empty space became filled
with such peace. I sat
until I could no longer endure the cold.
It is my heart home.
And this snow reminds me
of another karesansui.”

He looked down without asking.
She was silent.
They walked slowly
the snow petals falling on them.
She looked at the snow.
“Iteboshi.”
He looked at the snow on her hair.
He nodded. “Frozen stars.”
Then he understood.
In silence they finished the walk.
At the door to the building,
he touched her cheek.
“He was a fool to leave.”
She smiled, a small and wry smile.

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. dragonlife
    Dec 25, 2014 @ 21:25:39

    in Shizuoka we have a sake called 初亀 and another called 正雪 but none called 初雪! About time we need one!

    Reply

  2. huntmode
    Dec 25, 2014 @ 23:45:48

    I think this is your 100-1000 word style, Kanzen. It is both lovely and like catching the conversation of strangers – you get a glimpse, nothing more, and must try to make sense of something intangible. Beautiful.

    Reply

  3. sheridegrom - From the literary and legislative trenches.
    Dec 26, 2014 @ 00:02:28

    Each word has a purpose. Each line, its’ own beauty. Visual in every element. Job well done.

    Reply

  4. Ipuna Black
    Dec 28, 2014 @ 10:38:28

    I loved it. Thank you for sharing.

    Reply

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