Year after year, not a sign of Spring.
- Han-Shan, "Cold Mountain"


A Han-Shan Morning

The sun in March is a teasing contradiction:
Light without warmth, love without passion;
Promise with no purpose but deception.

Pale rime still lingers on the edges of absence,
Nothing blooming but my breath on the window,
The white petals opening and closing.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-03-23 at 17:07

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo!
2011-03-26


NicholasG
The weather lies. I look outside and there is bright sun ans puddles, but at night, it snows again. I think we're being laughed at.
You have chosen just the right notes for this melody.
Thanks, Nick
2011-03-24


John Ashleigh
The imagery flashes before my eyes. A comfortable and brilliant read. Thankyou for sharing.

Regards,
John.
2011-03-24



Incredible. Imagine if we had an eternal spring.
The chilly sunlit days and passionless love....
that we may all be familiar with and can relate to.
I am taken by the chiaroscuric tones - the darkness
in spite of the stark contrast with the bright.
2011-03-24


shells
This is sublimely beautiful, I'm sure that's not good English, but who cares.This is up there with the poem of "A Night Mooring at Maple Bridge." by Zhang Ji. The first line of the second stanza is a stunner.
2011-03-23