Japanese Garden (Poetry)
25th March 2012
The goldfish pool —
a shallow curve of morning rain
fresh-poured and rippled
where breeze makes a pink snow of petals dance
upon its surface.
The sun is shy —
its rays creep through the maple’s leaves
pick out the gravel
and wet rocks dry their dark symbolic limbs —
a fallen Buddha.
A white-robed girl —
the spirit of the garden sits
contemplating space
the trees whisper old poems to the sky
clouds pause to listen.
a shallow curve of morning rain
fresh-poured and rippled
where breeze makes a pink snow of petals dance
upon its surface.
The sun is shy —
its rays creep through the maple’s leaves
pick out the gravel
and wet rocks dry their dark symbolic limbs —
a fallen Buddha.
A white-robed girl —
the spirit of the garden sits
contemplating space
the trees whisper old poems to the sky
clouds pause to listen.