Poems by Barbara Gabrys
Morning 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.
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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.
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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.