One more for now:
The Arrow’s Flight
Under the white bloom
of the apple tree that sways,
kissed by evening wind,
I watch the petals falling
white blades caught by unseen hands.
How quick the passage
of the spring into summer.
Close your eyes - it’s done.
The green leaves announce to all
how certain the passing time.
Arrow pointing up
released by the archer’s hand —
how swiftly it flies,
a graceful arc heavenwards,
falling at last to cold earth.
Hear it whisper now,
softly, the voice of the wind,
witness with the sky
of the passing blossom time,
of each arrow’s single flight.
Here by the Waters:
Knitting, I love this poem! There is something so calming about willows and water, the softness of the breeze slowly moving the branches, and the serenity I feel from your words. Beautiful, thank you.
Izayoi Contemplates the Future: A Ballade
Wonderful love song dusted with reality; a mother leaving her child to move into the next world. I think about these things, my children, and know my own mother thought these same things, (what will they do without me). Of course, life always goes on, it is the plan, nothing stops because someone dies, we mourn them, but we go on breathing, baking bread, dusting the knick knacks, eating, etc.
The Arrow’s Flight
Exquisite! So delicate, beautiful images.
Thank you so much for leaving these treasures, you are indeed a very talented poet.