Reflection

Leavetaking


Dusk of the year
Nightfalling leaves
More than we knew
Abounded on trees
We now see through

Moving on

This is not the moon
   nor is this the spring
    of other springs,
    and I alone
    am still the same
                                        
            by: Ariwara No Narihia

Times Past

Big Avalanche Ravine

Just the red warning light on a blue crane.
Just outlined mountains. Just the mist that skimmed
them both and blent with invisible rain
above a ledge of condominiums.
But there it all sank down on me. The urge
to carve a life out of the huge expanse.
To hold some little ground against the surge
of sheer material. It was a tense
and insistent flash, a metallic shiver.
And it stayed, that tremble, small and stark:
like the fluming noise of the hidden river
edging the whole, long volume of the dark.

by: Peter Campion