Very strange winter, overnight the first real snow, already melting.




After Yakamochi

Such a long cold night

Frost creeps up my little hill

And down my window

Clouds heave against bare branches

And shatter into first snow

 

 

 

Then sun-drenched morning

Where silence was now snow-melt

Water-soft vowels

And hard consonants of stones

A poem writing itself





Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2012-02-14 at 17:39

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This poem has a very nice, Eastern feel. I particularly liked

Clouds heave against bare branches
And shatter into first snow.
2012-02-16


Nathalia
Another lovely and deceptively simple poem. I like it. :-)
2012-02-14