vivid yet feeble
evening’s rays only skim
deeply hardened snow
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Ango Morning [2]
winter dawn strains through
slatted windows;
snow sits over the grounds
with no thought of attainment.
tears in the zendo fall,
unencumbered by gravity.
Before the Snow Arrives
A poem hasn’t completed me
since last season;
I bring an occasional one
to the finish –
so I don’t forget
how many lines are in a stanza,
or to remind myself
the weight of my pencil.
I have to get the leaves moved;
the ones scattered
withered
across the lawn
I have to get them moved
before the snow arrives.
Ango Morning
morning light
reflects golden
across the oak floor
frames
a single strand of dust
as it floats
through the
cold zendo air
birds outside
answer the call
of the dokusan bell
Winter Haiku #6
icicles cling
framing the morning
our sun’s pale struggle
Streaked and Spotted
The kitchen window is streaked and spotted
on the outside from months-gone
summer rains.
The air has since turned frigid;
small birds flit & dance on the barren bush
just beyond the sill.
Inside, I stand resting
in the sun that streams through
just above the old porcelain sink.
The dishes are finished
and last wisps of steam rise;
the children are occupied with holiday gifts
as I forget for a moment
everything isn’t all right.
—
Another notebook fragment from December finally coalesces.
Keep Me Company
Winter’s early cold has gathered
steam against the windows,
softening the lights’ reflection.
Standing in the doorway,
I strain above the hum of the dryer
to hear my son
as he narrates his play by whisper
in the old claw foot bathtub.
I should be helping him,
but he hasn’t noticed me there,
and the teacup is warm in my hands.
Finally he stills and calls to me — Dad?
I thought you were going to keep me company?
Of course I am.
Of course I am.
Despite What the Buddha Tells Me
Perhaps I will try one more time
to run away from my dissatisfaction,
despite what the Buddha tells me.
I’d like to linger just a bit longer
at the breakfast table
amid striped pyjamas and cereal crumbs;
replace the broken panes of glass
in the porch and attic windows
to hold back the winter chill —
to sit
and leave space for two breaths
instead of one.
Tanka #6
Winter Haiku #5
yesterday’s snow
streams across asphalt —
blue skies deepen
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I’ve been working on letting go of a rigid syllable structure for haiku and tanka. It has been difficult – it turns out that letting go of one structure simply means giving myself over to another, however it might be veiled.