Sunday, April 28, 2013

Falling Flower

after Arakidu Moritake*

The falling flower I see drift back to the branch
is a butterfly riding two bluish petals of swirl.

The breeze caught her drowsing upon the afternoon
as grass bent to and fro on its way to chilly green sleep.

Dandelion seeds, liberated by breath, meander
toward clouds they mistake as salt-and-pepper gods,

who abruptly bless them with heavy gray wet,
driving them back to damp and settling-down.

The falling flower I see drift back to the branch
is the sigh of your kiss on the very tip of my tongue.



*from the haiku by Arakidu Moritake ....

The falling flower
I saw drift back to the branch
was a butterfly.


Pirene's Fountain - Spring 2013

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