of winter taking their place. A stiff willow breeze,
ten thousand things withdrawn to burrows and immortal
pine heights. First snows stream down, duckweed carpets
of August fade, jade peeking through white. I embark
on the seasons final sail in hardening ice waters.
Til spring my sails will be folded, my raft in idleness.
mulberry oar through dark azure, another crafts sail in silhouette.
From the deck a black spectre dives below, stillness follows
splash, re-emergence, beak wrapped around a dazzling rainbow.
From my raft dangling lantern sways, trout swiping at
gathered moths – scatter and return, some from a far off realm.
Some trout in the net, others not. Luck or the way – who can tell?
Dusk colour gorge sheathed in
emerald blankets, rising into sheer
cliffs of auburn cinnabar, all
underpinned by the fathomless
flow of azure clarity. Grey herons
nest in pine top heights clear of dust.
On white sand shores gibbons howl
towards squawking beach gulls, squabble
over landlocked trout – debate without end.
Peach blossom petals swirl on spring breeze
over carpets of jade inter cut by king
fisher blue zipping over duckweed. Oriole
song weaves in and out of mulberry branches.
In these vast and vague waters –
coves, creeks and streams all one,
a river dragon lives an undetermined
existence. Dust stirs below, merely a
catfish airing grievances.
Red tail flares in dust,
my mulberry oar rows me back home.
Again, poems that inspired me (will be adding more tomorrow): http://skyraftwanderer.blogspot.com/2012/01/chinese-poetry-rivers.html
First picture found here: http://www.joyfulbrush.com/gallery9_landscapes2/9a_river_in_winter.html
Second picture found here: http://arts.cultural-china.com/en/77Arts6182.html
Third picture found here: http://www.art-virtue.com/painting/history/sung/sung.htm