雨氷

Fuyu no tsuki (winter moon)
freezing rain, winter begins
the night is too long.

Mystery 謎

No moon. Cold black night.
I look into the sky. I look
back down. Frost is now
on the grass.
I dreamed only for a moment.
When I returned to earth
I found it frozen.

寒雀

Kansuzume perched
On wall, fluff feathers for warmth.
Cold rain falls. They watch.

落ち葉

Sodden ochiba
Lay listless in cold rain. No
Longer bright banners.

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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rain

I awake to find

my pillow wet with tears. cold

rain falls in the night.

許し

And finally, we
are like clouds.Separate then
joined. We touch and part.

Until we become
as one again.

Forgiveness like blue
sky flows.

Story in Six Words: The Cricket

Cricket chirps.
Cat stalks.
Farewell cricket.

October 1 Morning

and after the night
lofty clouds, flushed with passion,
greet us with no shame

dawn1

Getting There

Miles pass quickly.
Flickering lights
Approach
Meet
Behind.
I seek escape
From too many one sided
conversations.
The radio is mute
I have enough songs in my head.
Bits and pieces escape my lips.
Wind in my hair.
I sigh and it is captured
by the wind and tossed aside.

I stay within the limit
Cautious even in my brief escape.
When did the wild girl
Become the cautious woman?

night-driving[1]

 

Part of the Journey

Into the autumn sunset
Colors explode against the windshield.
Driving, but never reaching
Until darkness envelops.
Quiet,
Tires humming.
My inner conversation
Finally ceases.

Shita no hō o mitsumeru

BACK STORY OF THIS POEM
Across the way from our home is a field. During autumn, it is full of wild golden flowers: golden rod, heliopsis, wild sunflowers, coreopsis. There are also tall seeded grasses, tiny orange flowered morning glories twining around the stems of the tall goldenrod and occasionally, the site of quail and always squirrels and sometimes finches clinging to delicate seeded grasses, munching away as they sway in the gentle breeze; tiny feet hooked tightly, they ride the grass as a surfer rides his own great wave.

Ogon no senshi means, Golden Warrior. I was walking through this field, entranced by the tall golden rod all about me, many of them six feet tall. At 4’10”, it was like walking among a forest of golden spires or, to my fanciful mind, ranks of ancient golden Samurai.

I stopped and looked up at one of the taller goldenrod. The breeze caused it to dip as if it were bowing to me, to allow me passage through the golden ranks. I smiled, bowed in return, and continued with my walk. A friend gave me the name of Kunoichi-no-Chesterfield after a, ahem, foray one night. The correct term more respectfully would be Onnabugeisha, but kunoichi works for this. I hope you enjoy.

Golden Warrior
We stand eye to eye
Kunoichi-no-Chesterfield
and Ōgon no senshi

wind blows
we bow
I pass

goldenrod

photo copyright by Kanzen Sakura

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