Saturday, November 04, 2006

Haibun - L'Eau d'Hiver

L'Eau d'Hiver

In my sorrow, I try to capture the loss
of you in a poem but the words and I -
we keep missing.
Then, unexpectedly, tears spill into a
certain joy - I find the feeling in a
perfume, like love itself.
It is light snow as it melts on my lips.
It has the starkness of bare branches -
darkly hidden yet there.
Traces of frozen hawthorn and honey.
Ice-glazed angelica. Frozen blue iris.
A fragrance of mourning.

l'Eau d'Hiver -
another's dream
becomes my own