winter trees

Hanshan once stood
atop the Cold Mountain
looking up, singing:
Naked branches
have clouds for leaves.

This winter
we looked down and
caught them
sporting sticky ice bubbles
for leaves
on slick
frost-polished branches
and elastic ripples
of river melt
drawing foliage for art.

Deep at night
when no one is watching
they bounce the Moon
over knuckled fingers
practicing, flexing, willow-like,
to spring back
exuding supple resiliency.




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3 Responses to Resiliency

  1. Hariod Brawn says:

    Quite delicious reflections Kristina, and I feel the tranquil aloneness of the slow-gliding nighttime moon.

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