Monday, February 16, 2009

Sijo

In the dead of night I snow-shoed
through the moonlit trees -- birch, pine, oak --
their trunks prison bars on my path
an owl above asked who's there?
the forest was full of absence
the bright moon full of strange mercy

4 comments:

Jacqueline Dove said...
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Jacqueline Dove said...

This allowed me to briefly escape from a fierce sun, sick children, the bombardment of sad news to the solitude of a cold-wood-with-merciful-moon. I loved it.

Anonymous said...

:)

tess said...

Wow, you are all so beautiful to say such things!