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Post by Date Saburou Yukiie on Dec 28, 2008 10:55:12 GMT -5
The Snows of Winter
cannot make me more depressed...
I yams what I yams
I long to see more sunshine...
and shoveled paths for walking.
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Dec 28, 2008 19:13:10 GMT -5
The air thick with snow
I dared to venture outside
Just as the sun set
And shivering, shivering
I listened for your footsteps
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Post by Date Saburou Yukiie on Dec 29, 2008 15:17:11 GMT -5
He steps to the door
hoping to see the Lady...
but sees only hems...
Colors layered on colors...
against the pure white snowfall.
The green of the pines
laden with shimering snow
strongly contrasting.
The colors of woven silk
invigorate these old eyes
Footprints in the snow
tiny shuffling geta
Lady leaves her tracks.
Why was she here lingering?
What caused her to tarry so?
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Dec 29, 2008 18:14:40 GMT -5
Footprints in the snow tiny shuffling geta Lady leaves her tracks. Why was she here lingering? What caused her to tarry so? In royal colors The dusk sky watches and waits, Her only ally. "He will not come," she admits, Turning homeward in the dark. (No kidding, there I was standing in front of Capurro's last night wondering if my father - who is in town for a conference and was supposed to meet me for dinner - had been hit by a bus or something. After a full twenty minutes trying to raise him via cell phone, he called me to find out why I was late. I wasn't. He was in the wrong restaurant: Cioppino's, which was fortunately only about a block away.) |
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Post by Ki no Kotori on Dec 30, 2008 0:14:38 GMT -5
Like powdered sugar
White snow on the evergreens
Pines in the garden
Also pining, I whisper
Good Night to the evening skies
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Post by Please Delete on Dec 30, 2008 6:59:26 GMT -5
The temperatures
even amidst the darkness
exceed believing--
there are no grand processions
of the provincial circuits.
(Seriously--we got off the plane and it was 81 degrees Fahrenheit... and it was almost midnight! At least there were some cooler mists in the morning to make it bearable.)
-Ii
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