(“Pitcher of Moon” available at Amazon.com)
FOXTAIL
Great winds come
Before a storm,
Tree branches pinwheel near Heaven
One shakes like a foxtail
Near the ground.
All this wind!
I think of the impermanence of life
The ghost-smoke of one loved, now gone.
Even the snow falls to the ground
But you have disappeared into air.
Perhaps that foxtail
Sends greetings
To comfort the heart?
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2018, from “Pitcher of Moon”.
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April 10, 2018 at 7:57 pm
Nice italicized two lines. The snow seems as ephemeral as the air or “ghost-smoke”, but it does at least appear on the ground.
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April 10, 2018 at 9:18 pm
Thanks, Frank. Those two lines were paraphrased from Izumi Shikibu. A poem about the death of her daughter. it breaks my heart when I read the short tanka, and those two lines especially so. Thank you, Frank, for reading and sending a comment. Deeply appreciated.
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