Wednesday, November 19, 2008

The music box


(read to George Winston's Japanese Music Box)

The wind moves through the trees; dancing blades of grass.

The petals sing like
tears up
on .
     my .
           face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
       like .
              snow.

The sun slips through her arms; holding dark shadow.

The petals sting like
tears up
on .
     my .
           face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
       like .
              snow.

The moon winds up through time; kissing paler skin.

The petals lay like
tears up
on .
     my .
           face.

ohthecherryblossomsfall
the blossoms fall
fall .
       like .
              snow.

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Tragic Season

Vermilion kiss
utter bliss
tossed as a gift
of unwanted leaf
in disbelief
to the ground
so sound, cold
and unmet with sun
winter comes
sureal-lian
blue the sky soaking up
the tears of spring
lost in the heart
of fall
this is
the tragedy of season
loss of color
and death of hue
until nature
decides to paint again