While binding me for his pleasure, I uttered displeasing words. With a level glance he considered options and too soon decided my fate. Grabbing my hair, he pulled me to my feet, opened the shoji, and forced me out into an early spring’s snow. A lavender sky tinted the snow purple, gray in the shadows. Ordering me to kneel, I obeyed, shivering in the cold morn. Drawing an early cherry blossom from his sleeve (a gift that was to be mine), he threw it down. It was his pleasure for me to feel the sharpness of the morning until the soft snow covered the blossom. I, who a month ago would not have cared what I said, now trembled with remorse, feeling more than cold air. My nakedness revealed my shame. A crow in the cherry tree laughed scornfully.
When sentiment grows deep and the heart overflows, one submits out of love.
The snow soon covered the blossom at my knees. Fearing I would die, he picked me up, carried me to the brazier and tucked me deep amongst his robes, singing softly of the foolish maiden who would die for the last word.
A swirl of blossoms
Caught in the water’s current
Begins the season.
An email from Jingle Nozelar Yan (JP at Olive Grove ):
“when you post on word press or blogger, you do not have to pay or ask permission in person. which is what we count for.”
Every poet and poet group I frequent would find that surprising! There are Copyright Laws in the US, Jingle. Even in China. But bless your little heart.
Please don’t read my work on her site. If you care about literature, you will go to the original source and bypass Jingle Bells.