“Foxtail”, a poem

 

(“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”.