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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White
superb...heart touching...
2011-12-30


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2011-12-29


Blilith
I love the title, on it's own it's a poet.
Applause, my poet friend
With love and blessings
Bililith the Witch
2011-12-27


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
The unstoppable... time. I can feel its slow sinuous movement. But sometimes, without warning it strikes with blinding speed to thrust you into futures you are not prepared for.
You written a great metaphor, my apologies for building on it a bit.

The best in 2012,

Joe
2011-12-27