snow woman

 

 

snow woman --

might she be found past

the wall of willows?

 

 for Kylie

 

the fox

 

 silence

become part of my nature --

the fox in winter 

 

 

 

spring snow

 

"This is enjoyable for a lot of folks. It's been such a mild winter otherwise. They're forecasting eight to ten inches." 

 

"Really? It's funny; I was just telling a friend earlier of a time I was in South West Texas and watching the scorpions come out to hunt beneath my cot after dark. I was just a little boy.

 

"I shouldn't be surprised, I am a Midwesterner, after all."

 

We thanked each other and I walked out of the market to my car, careful to avoid the snowplow's path.

spring snow --

the moon invisible behind

a wall of clouds

;;;g;;;

 

 

last to close

 

;;:tn:;;

 

 home alone christmas--

unwrapping that pack

of juicy fruit gum

 


an ass, an ox
the three wise men--
manger in a cardboard box

 

 

 

throughout the long night

snow falls

with nary a sound

 

 

 

 

April Fool's Day

 

last night's heavy snow

melting faster than it fell --

April Fool's Day

 

 

shelter

seeking shelter

snow lingers on my doorstep--

barely spring

 

snowman

 

longer days --

the snowman bows gently

toward the east

 

 

snow is falling

snow is falling --

it makes a sound

like no other

 

yotsumono:

April Fool

 

loose ice clogs the river,

a snow drift crowds the bridge --

April Fool's Day

 

  Scott Ritter: Battle of the Donbass

The Fall Of Guge

within view
of the sacred snow mountain
prideful spring flowers
denied burial in the sky
flung from the ramparts


guge

Fujiki

 

 

 

 

 

 

       snow in April -
reading Fujiki
   to Chet Baker tunes

funeral in Spring

For John, and the farm, the country and his family, that same small town and its neighbors tending the land and their community, its familiar landmarks and services surrounding, that allows one to come home however long they were away.





geese flying home
above the Willow River
as for Our Saviour
a little late before we leave





a funeral in Spring
Country Western from the radio
melt water fills the fields




wait, there's more ...





outside of Sibley County
almost to Le Suer -
a Green Giant greets us
standing on a hill





bare trees, their blunt tops
wore down by the Minnesota River -
Le Traverse De Sioux





" if a guy were smart" he'd say,
looking away
at an object in the distance,
you might look there, too
to see who's there,
or what was comin'
but what he was sayin' ,
was really about you"







his wardrobe was unique
flannel shirts, just red or blue ...
I cant think up a poem
about all those ears of corn






each voice in the choir
on its own, distinct
the congregation, rising
feeling on its feet






it's time to leave
the service is over
all of us together
we lift our keys
and shake them
in the air










John was an outdoors man.
You could always find him there
grading the neighbor's roads
sittin' up on his red tractor
or a tree stand in November
he'd built for some friends
by a corn field above the snow
trolling in his v hull, maybe
little kids with so he'd go slow
and once he took me fishin'
out on the ice, in wind and cold
me, a city boy, we just made a few holes
he left me with a jiggle stick
in a fold up, with Mr Heater
out of the air so I'd be warm
after awhile, a meditation later
'what's that smell' I began to wonder
just like hair and smoke and oil
that Mr Heater it turns out
got too close it burned my jacket
as well the lining and the down
to my embarrassment, something to behold
he come back and had a look
he laughed a little but - i did, too
he made it feel a rite of passage
our gentle laughter
just between he and I






John liked to toast
with a tall brandy seven
if we drank beer
it'd be somethin' old
like Hamm's, Schmidt or Buckhorn
we'd laugh so much it'd just get warm






"well, looks like we better go on in."

January thaw

January thaw
the only prints in the snow
appear at our door

1月の雪解け -
雪の中の唯一のプリントは私たちのドアにあります

wanes

snow moon wanes --
a faint light
in the jade rabbit's eye












雪のムーン衰退 -
かすかな光
翡翠のウサギの目の中で

blank

冷たい風と雪、地図上の空白スペース







cold wind
and blowing snow --
a blank space on the map


` * * * * * `

three day moon

still a few stalks
by the windbreak in the snow --
three day moon

the dog makes a beeline
for the fox's spoor

in the villager's panic
torches and pitchforks
passed all around

she posts a view of blossoms
one last time


Bandit, Rice


` '';;;;'' yotsumono

laws of thermodynamics & the kinetic theory of matter

 

 

 

 

each snowflake,

      its own ripple

the lake in November

           its own ripple,

                each snowflake

. . . ;;;;;

 

Chet & Fujiki

reading Fujiki
to Chet Baker tunes --
light snow in April




` ^ * _ """ @_=+ += ~~ L: <,>.. .. ...,"'''#^^^^ 9<```~~

Maquila' Girl - December 2010

aqua snow
  in a Chinese shovel--
   waiting
     for my Maquila' girl



;;;




.

nary a sound

snow falls ...
throughout the night
 nary a sound

this idle life
lived mostly in the mind