Hatsuyuki: Full Moon Snow Dance

For my prompt over at Real Toads:  Stepping into the void.  In which we learn about the enso, the circle, drawing the circle.  The void of the inner circle, empty and yet full.  The different aspects of ma – the dimensions of the void.  Zen Buddhists often draw the enso as a daily exercise to center themselves.  It should take only a breath or two to draw the circle.  Come visit.  Learn about the enso, learn about you.   Here is the link to Toads: http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2018/09/step-into-void.html

*Hatsuyuki:  Full Moon Snow Dance
Snow swirling in the wind
whispering in my ear –
“Dance with me to my silent music
Let me stir your blood –
our private dance,
only the moon will see –“
All white covers the ground
The trees, the roads, the houses.
Flat white glowing in the full moon,
flattening out the shadows,
one dimensional landscape.
I step out onto the snow,
breathe in deeply the sweet freezing air.
The moon glows, making the snow cover shimmer.
I twirl in the snow and laugh.
Arms held wide
I begin our white hot rhumba.
The moon, the snow and me.
I whisper to the snow and the moon.
This is our secret dance.

*Hatsuyuki is Japanese for first snow.  An even viewed with almost holy overtones

30 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. kim881
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 15:20:25

    What a beautiful dance, Toni! I love the personification of the snow and its whispered invitation to dance and the reassurance that ‘only the moon will see’. – and the way the glow flattens out the shadows.

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  2. Victoria C. Slotto
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 15:38:45

    Beautiful reflection of the fullness of emptiness.

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  3. Laura Bloomsbury
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 16:10:05

    the Buddhism that informs your poetry fills it with that formless mystique that draws a magical circle around it – this is no exception

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  4. whippetwisdom
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 16:27:25

    A beautiful dance to the silent music Toni, I can feel the bliss :o) xxx

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  5. Beverly Crawford
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 16:48:08

    There is almost a sacred silence to nighttime after the first snow turns the world pristine white. Your words draw it finely to mind.

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  6. Glenn Buttkus
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 17:07:20

    A pean to emptiness–as much quantum physics as Zen principles; love your take on it.

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  7. Frank Hubeny
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 17:27:25

    My remembrances of first snows are often positive. I like how you described it as a dance with the moon.

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  8. Jo
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 17:41:09

    Your poem is a lovely respite from all the sticky humidity this summer!

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  9. hypercryptical
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 17:50:51

    Love the secret dance – I shall try it when the snow first falls, hoping in hope for the wonder of a full moon.
    I love the lazy dance of snow falling from the heavens, how it stills this earth in its wonderful silence, muffles it in glorious white.
    Anna :o]

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  10. Grace
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 18:21:25

    Lovely secret dance!!!

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  11. V.J. Knutson
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 18:35:55

    This is so lovely.

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  12. Pat: willow88switches
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 20:46:30

    very sublime and soothing, while also being rather energetic, in joy, and abundance, the delight of first snow – a sacred blanket that is much needed to nurture and protect the earth, to nourish – and so it can and does, the human spirit and soul;

    you’ve captured many of the essences of all of this – the season, the transitions, the ambiance, the silence, the stillness, and the sacred –
    very lovely Toni –

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  13. Kathy Reed
    Sep 06, 2018 @ 21:09:18

    I love the how it stirs your blood and the “white, hot rhumba “. Twirling in the snow….and the flatness of the moon!

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  14. Singledust
    Sep 07, 2018 @ 05:02:34

    the moon, the snow and me, your words offer a perfect combination to give me a sense of utter abandonment to a dance with destiny

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  15. Kerry
    Sep 07, 2018 @ 12:37:27

    I really get the sense of one stepping into the void of one dimensional space as the speaker enters the realm of moonlight.

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  16. Teresa
    Sep 07, 2018 @ 15:57:53

    This is beautiful! I love the “white hot rhumba”. Lots of great imagery.

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  17. Sherry Marr
    Sep 07, 2018 @ 16:03:11

    That does look like a one dimensional landscape. This is beautiful. I love the idea of dancing with the snow and the moon. I finally managed to write something for your prompt. I hope it works.

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  18. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Sep 07, 2018 @ 16:11:15

    I love the moonlight on snow… for me it would be a moment of putting on my skis and move across the snow… but yes there is no depth in such a landscape.

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  19. Suzanne
    Sep 08, 2018 @ 01:59:58

    I love the mysterious and sensual atmosphere you create within your poem – the silent communion of a woman alone with the moon.

    Reply

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