Below the waterfall
A still pool.
Flycatchers drinking
Breaking the reflection
Of a granite teapot lid.
***
Dumped ashes from fireplaces
I leave my footprint
In their softness
Legs of stone Fudō
Blackened by pilgrim's pyres.
***
Monolithic tomb--
Frost veiled trees
In the blue haze of morning.
Percussive tapping of rain
Counts down the old year.
***
Winter twilight --
Barely nodding
Some snow drops.
Dried straw burns black
To spite its falling.
On the turntable: Marillion, "Misplaced Childhood"
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