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Yellow asteriskOf celandineFootnote to today's sun
Dirty old snow Hunched under hedge Squints at spring sunshine
I lie waitingFor the first bird's songTo scratch the darkness
Cat's birthday;We celebrateBy not mentioning it
A shadowAnd its blade of grassPierce the sparkling snow
Ice and sunlightClatter downFrom the holly tree
Rain and IBoth trying to writeOn the same page
I had nothing to sayAnd didn'tSay it
Evening smokeThe crow's voiceDarkens
The snow has goneBut the grassStill feels its weight
Inscribed in a snowfield:Master trudges, arrow-straightCircled by joyous, dancing dog
Year over;Didn't step in the same riverEven once
A warm, gloved fingerHas drawn a smiling faceOn a snow-dusted tombstone
My frosted shadowWalking awayFrom the sun
GeeseComing westCarefully avoidingThe sharp moon
Rain, slyly lickingThe names of the virtuousFrom tumbled stones
I walk the ridge While my shadow Walks the valley
White featherDoubly whiteWith frost
That droneHigh in your silver morningIs me leaving
It will rainWhy hurry?It will always rain