Curtains of ancient pines line valley ridge ways.
Magpie calls sheltered amidst a chorus of tumbling
pine cones. Empty gate among immortal trees, a whim.
Bamboo shoots in shadow, momentarily.
Solitary magpie sings in idleness, a herb forage
gone from activity to sitting amongst sunlight stalks.
So long since I’ve seen you on these winding paths
the serendipitous wine is always the best.
Wandering Under Maidenhair Tumbles
Poems line by line on dragon scales, chitin in chitin
in golden tumbles of maiden hair. Lit dew shimmers.
Anonymous writer lost in shrines of magpie warbles.
On a whim I follow cranes to jade peaks.
Hollow mountains innumerable and vast
touch heavens edge. Solitary magpie calls
under an empty sky. Dragon fire flares
burn bright without concern, no worry
with our realm so why ours with theirs?
I join the magpie in song.
Magpies wrapped in conversations on a bramble fence
ancient ruin of thatch lies idle amongst pines.
Footprints mark dust streams leading into immortal
depths. Snowy egrets startle, then rest in tree tops.
The magpies won’t say where you are so
I follow tracks into fathomless ridge ways.
Picture one from here: http://www.studiolum.com/wang/chinese/chen-shu-magpies.jpg
Picture two from here: http://www.culture24.org.uk/asset_arena/9/01/23109/v0_master.jpg
Picture three from here: http://www.baxleystamps.com/litho/ogawa/kokka_gallery.shtml
Picture four from here: http://www.the-gallery-of-china.com/chinese-dragon-painting-12.html
Picture five from here: http://www.chinaonlinemuseum.com/painting-birds-xu-beihong.php