Simple

Another poem for Brendan’s prompt on resistance also posting at Poets United Poetry Pantry.

Simple
“Maybe that’s enlightenment enough: to know that there
is no final resting place of the mind; no moment of smug clarity.
Perhaps wisdom… is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go.” Anthony Bourdain

I am a simple person.
I am not an intellectual pulling deep meaningful quotes from people long dead.
I resist change.
I am like the creek that flows at the bottom of the hill,
clear water flowing smoothly over rounded stones, warn by the years of my progress.
Leaves float on my surface,
swirling on my soft current
until they move on or drop to the sandybottom.
I often climb a certain oak and sit there listening to world around me.
Often I sit in silence.
Sometimes I play my violin
I watch the wood creatures going about their daily lives
living life one step, one mouthful at a time.
I am like the creek that flows at the bottom of the hill.
I am a simple person.
I try to be the change.

copyright Kanzen Sakura

Autumn is Falling to Sleep

For the Friday 55. An earlier poem re-written and re-worked.

Autumn is Falling to Sleep
Autumn is fall(ing) to sleep.
The creek at the foot of the hill is not
the gurgling child it was.
Slower now
and grey around the edges.
Stones left behind from summer flooding dusty
and sad at being left behind.
The frogs have vanished –
Dragonflies withdrawn to their secret
blue cave in the sky.

copyright Kanzen Sakura

Haibun Monday – Walk

Bjorn is our host today, giving us our prompt for our haibun today. He wants us to share a walk we have taken – a daily walk, pilgrimage, tour…a walk! Share details, feelings – all involved with the walk. This is like a mini-travelogue. Come join us at dVerse today, walk with us, talk with us.

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Daily Ramble

Every day, regardless of the weather, I walk.  Mostly I walk down our lane to finish at the creek at the bottom of the hill.  Muddy from spring storms, clear and rimmed with ice, sleepy in the early morning – this place is a refuge.  In the summer, the lane is shaded with thick ancient oaks and maple and in the green light of the woods, you can breathe in the cool breathe of the trees and undergrowth. During a rain, the raindrops tap on the leaves and make them dance. Squirrels jump from tree to tree, birds chirp and flutter in the safety of their private cathedral.  Autumn the smell is spicy with fallen leaves and the light filtering through the trees is golden and calm.  Snow sticks to the bare limbs and covers the ground beneath the trees in winter.  Sepia, white, and the dark green of cedar are the colors of winter.  Tracks of deer and raccoons break the smooth white of the snow.

Tender green bursts forth in the spring.  The cycle begins anew.  Daffodils gone wild rise beneath the trees, survivors of a long gone farm.  A cabin in ruins is part of the landscape of this walk.  Wild white roses and white blooms of blackberry vines are thick and fragrant.  Sometimes I take this walk at night.  The muscular sound of an owl rising to hunt breaks the silence.  Peepers who live at the creek stop their night music until the threat passes.  Summer smells of night blooming jasmine and honeysuckle entice me on my night ramble to walk farther, to walk to the creek.  In the winter, snow coats my hair and coat.  At times I will walk through snow and others, I walk before the snow begins to stick.  Sometimes I startle deer in their walk to the creek.

Moonlight sparkles on the black water – all the seasons.  The creek will whisper slow lullabies, sing a bluesy burble, or sing double time, a laughing aria.  I know these woods and the creek through all the seasons, all the times of day and night.  Sometimes in my dreams I walk this walk and often, leave the ground to walk among the watching stars, trying to catch meteors or wade in the River of Heaven** as it swirls in the black sky.  To the creek, to the River of Heaven – my walk.

cedars and jasmine
cool water and spicy leaves –
stars and trees true friends.

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**River of Heaven – Amanogawa, Japanese name for the Milky Way

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