Tanka (The Year Departing in the Rain)
From pines one sparrow
Lifts and flies into its cry
That is not a song
And rises above the far hill
Where the dark rain takes it in
Above the still pond
A maple's last leaves shimmer
In ripples of rain
The moon a carved cameo
Reflected in silvered light
Coiled in the willows
Rain sinuous and hissing
Fog slithers downhill
Like a snake shedding its skin
Old year beginning again
Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2011-12-27 at 16:04
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