A fleet of winter flowers
Sails out over the brown ocean
To war. None will come back
But their song is light.
When a thing grows where we think
it shouldn’t, we have misunderstood
Its nature, or the environment
It grew in, or both.
Tell me about the mountain stream,
Cloud chasing cloud like a fleet
Of winter flowers. A song as light
As rain has reached our roots.
Damn this is good! I hope a few come back, and that the “song as light as rain” strengthens us.
Just remember to leave some good lines for the rest of us.
Wonderful poem. The ancient Chinese masters are leaning on their staffs, nodding their heads.
Thanks E. And happy Chinese New Year to us all–