The snow lantern
Heavy snow,
by midnight the lantern
stands up to its knees
in drift.
Except for bah
sheep go unnoticed
Bamboo bent low
but not quite
broken
My love, my love,
without you
I’m a blank page
Day so grey
only the snow lantern’s
luminous certainty
Wind rattles
the elder branches
old bones
Horse and rider hover
amongst grey ghosts
part of the woods now
Holly arrayed
for the bridal
words ride though me
Lolloping hare
I see where
you’ve been
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