In Short...
A Few Lines From Last Night
I’m sure I’m not the only person feeling this way…
Sadly, Now
How sad to be sad
when the moon is new,
When the spring is glad
and the dusk is blue.
How sad to find
that a nightmare’s true,
that the darkness blind
is the waking view.
How sad to feel
that the new moon’s gleam
can no longer heal;
and tonight it seems
that the love-mad birds
in the spring’s sweet scheme
are but old words
in last year’s dream.
Hopefully I’ll have something more enriching to post next week!
Meantime, there is also this tanka, especially for the mesquite leaves, which are finally appearing. Like many leguminous woody plants, they fold up each night, to open again the next morning.
Foliage unfurling
folds itself into slumber,
new leaves fast asleep.
Do they feel the dying cold–
winter’s last whisper fading?
Just lovely Amy. I wonder why they fold at night. It must conserve something, but what?
Absolutely beautiful Amy. You have the ability to verbalise emotions and sadly, current reality in a way is like a release for the rest of us. It's a moment of "Yes, that's what I'm trying to say! That's what I'm feeling!" and it is so healing. I'm so grateful for your gift and sensitivity.