The Doe

For Karin’s prompt at Real Toads, What is? I don’t know if I met the bar but….here is my poem. I don’t use metaphors. I only write what I see and feel.  Also visiting dVerse Poets Pub open link night with this.


The Doe

“And to die is different from what any one supposed, and
Luckier”. Walt Whitman Leaves of Grass
Now that we speak of dying, And should I have the right to smile:” T.S. Eliot Portrait of a Lady III

I don’t know why I have been thinking of death,
sitting up here in my tree.
Maybe it is the suicide of Tony Bourdain or of a friend a year ago
or maybe it is the death of my mother,
almost a year ago.

The tree bark is warm and rough behind my back.
Green shadows dance about my head
while birds sing and fly and fluff
and squirrels chase each other,
some of them coming perilously close to my head.
I had dropped down some withered apples from
my pantry for the forest folk to forage.
I heard the faint crack of a branch and looked down
to see a doe nibbling on the apples.
She looked up and for just a moment
almost fled.
But then she resumed her eating.
Perhaps she had seen me sitting
on the back porch as she wandered through our yard.
Her eyes reminded me of my mother,
large and pansy brown
looking up with innocence,
looking up with knowledge of her dying.
looking into my eyes with sorrow
at leaving me behind.
I’ve been thinking a lot about death.
I wonder what it is.
I don’t know what death is.
I only know what it isn’t.
Today it isn’t the blue sky and green trees
and the doe eating apples
at the foot of the tree.

Asssignment: Writing 101

I am participating in this Writing 101 session. I’ve not done these challenges before but felt it would help my blogging. We had to write for a timed 20 minutes and this is the result. I am looking forward to the next assignment. This is similar to my poem about Autumn Contemplation, but this is where I am today.

Assignment
Today has been resplendent. I have already posted a poem about it, about Autumn Contemplation or in the Japanese, shuushi.

This is my favorite season of the year. This early autumn, this early coolness, gets me in the frame of mind to work out autumn walks, pull out appropriate clothing and launder to get ready for cooler weather, to start looking at recipes for cold weather comfort food.

The ditches are filled with a wealth of small wild sunflowers. They sometimes overflow onto the road and sometimes, fall prey to passing cars. Fragile golden petals pressed into the asphalt, like a memory pasted into a scrapbook. If you pull over to the side of the road, you can smell the sweetness of them. Their big sister sunflowers have no fragrance.

I sit on my back steps and watch the grey tabby across the street. She keeps looking upward at the tall oak she is lying under. Sometimes she stands to stretch and catch the errant floating leaf, drifting slowly to rest on the grass. I smile as she starts to roll in the leaves, all four paws waving in the air as she twists and turns.

Her humans are doing an early burning of leaves. I see the smoke rising behind their house and smell the woody fragrance as the cool breeze wafts it around the neighborhood.

Overhead, the aki no sora – autumn sky, is a clear blue. I have found I am in love with this sky. A deep joy and peace fills me as I gaze upward at the clear blue, unlike the skies of the other seasons. Pure white clouds seem stuck in place as a hawk circles and hunts. I feel breeze here on earth but in the sky, the breeze does not seem to exist.

The air is clear with none of the oppressive humidity of summer. Distant traffic sounds make a basis for the insects’ buzzing. Cicadas, bell crickets, pine crickets…the voice of autumn speaks softly, shyly asking for entrance to the end of summer. Somnolent, drowsy, steady; no rise or fall to the voice.

A walk to the creek shows how the hatsu arashi, the first storm of autumn, has cleansed it of the muddy waters of summer. Clear and glistening, aki no mizu – the water of autumn. The harvest moon has glowed hugely in the night but now begins to wane and fade. The first coolness of autumn has come.

12/12/12 12:12 am

This has been a time of contemplation, changes….I had a birthday 11/16. A group of friends/family I call the 11/16 Society, also celebrated as well. We few, happy few…I hope you all will search out some of the posts about this unique crew. Happy birthday my dearly loved band of brothers. And blessings to all of you who seek light in the darkness and who give light.

kanzen sakura

12/12/12  12:12 AM

 

Alone at my post –

My Household snug in warm beds.

Neighborhood silent.

 

Warmly wrapped I gaze

At the night sky.  The Twins

Glow and pulsate to

 

Their own stellar beat.

Fireworks stream against the black

Sky.  Celebrating

 

Celestial joy.

White yellow blue red green – My

Eyes cannot follow

 

The steady bursts of

Glitter strewn by their Maker

To dazzle the few

 

Like me who look

For joy and light in the dark

Places – and find it.

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