Lone heron watch – in ditch beyond
the reach of my derision –
Spark of myself – corresponds –
to a trembling – thin incision –
Sunshroud fog – reflected still –
dewdrops – speckled – spiderstuck –
The cat living – on the windowsill –
My father’s yellow
pickup truck.
Elysian – divided – now –
Each cold tear’s – reflection –
In this field – haunted – plowed –
My Christmastime affection –
A dead tree spun with mourned anointment –
Garlands laced with fates avoided.
— Will says : ” The cry of the cicada / Gives us no sign / That presently it will die. – Basho”