Hokkai--From Pine to Pine
Chickadees twittering
from pine to pine--
the first snow.
Wendy
The first snow--
Dusting the cobwebs
from the old sled.
Adelaide
From the old sled--
shrill cries of delight
ringing in the air.
Cynthia
Ringing in the air--
The old monk pulls the rope
One last time.
MaryJane
One last time
Is not enough to view--
The withered moor.
Gillena
The withered moor;
A clump of brown grass bends
In the wind.
Donna
In the wind,
fresh fallen snow blows
across the yard.
Ann
Across the yard,
tree shadows jumping
under a cold moon.
Adelaide
Under a cold moon
The still-bright lake shimmers--
Winter trees.
MaryJane
Winter trees;
a shadow's thinness across
the worn porch.
Wendy
The worn porch--
A creak as mandarins quack
Near the pond.
Gillena
The sun on the pond;
ducks swimming
in melted snow.
Adelaide
From melting snow,
Last fall's leaf tumbles
In a fresh breeze.
Donna
A fresh breeze;
the willow boughs turn
a brighter yellow.
Cynthia
A spring hokkai--Seen, Then Not Seen
Strands of Lobelia--a summer hokkai