Poems by Barbara Gabrys
Sunday, January 24th, 2010Morning sanzen
The Master is waiting in the garden,
adorned by mischievous snowflakes.
He sits as still as a great mountain:
so his ancestors did,
and his descendants will.
A deep bow –
a swift, ephemeral exchange
and snowflakes stop in midair.
A deep bow –
the immortal ritual is accomplished and gone,
the garden is transformed by the fallen snow.
***
Another winter day
A grey morning mists my eyelashes
Red fruits hanging on bare branches
Glitter festively through droplets
***
New Year’s Eve
Strong wind dispersed the rain clouds
A full moon coasts across clear sky
Tantalisingly high.
***
New Year’s Day
Still winter but pale blue sky
Whispers the promise of spring soon to come,
When I can wander, carefree and light
Hearing the enchanted flute notes
Under familiar stars.

And this is new year sunrise from Mount Sinai taking on our recent yoga holiday in Egypt. Keep warm and best wishes Daizan