Moon Poems: A Twitter Collage
A high jet reflects
the last light of the sunset.
The white moon rising.
Rising moon, what is your lullaby
for the resting blackbirds?
moon rising
the shadow of the ridgetop pine
stretches for miles
deep black sky
the moon lies down on a cloud.
Suddenly awake
to find the waning moon
shining on my pillow
The dry pond
water enough
for the moon
water and moon…
but what is dancing on what?
Clear and cold at dawn,
with a crescent moon tangled in the treetops.
A tiny white prayer flag flutters from a branch:
some vacant cocoon.
Rohatsu moon in
the violet dawn. What? Were you
up all night?
Notes:
1. Sid’s my husband and he’s given me permission to post his haiku.
2. Rohatsu is the Japanese word for the intense period of Zen mediation in December, at the time of Buddha’s enlightenment.
