Written After Reading Japanese Death Poems
Written After Reading Japanese Death Poems
The full frost moon
is a diadem of glass
balanced on the tip
of a steeple’s silhouette.
I kneel in the grass.
Cold November air,
clean night air,
will absolve me of my sin.
Geese, unseen, grow louder.
And I think I’ll stay here
until the shattering racket fades.
Lovely poem. Loved the image of "frost moon" and "clean night air/ will absolve me of my sin.
I’m so happy I stumbled upon your page just now… lovely poem