November

the moon is dressed in silk, bound feet and shy eyes, lonely samurai slices her in half, never to have her whole, chrysanthemums tumble from the sky turn the river crimson, pond to gold, his heart iced in white... ~A "...when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it." ~ Buddha

I very much enjoyed your wintry poem and bid you a belated welcome to the site. Your "jasmine moon" drew me in, and I am absolutely stunned by your powerful poetic voice. I will definitely read more of your poems when time allows. Regards, Ink Dragon

Dear Heading South. Your poem brought forth a beautiful memory I have in my heart. I visited Japan some year ago and one evening I took a long walk in a little town ( do not remember its name ) and I could hear this song or chant from everywhere and the fulllmoon gave light to the street and the trees and the little lovely houses and gardens. The time was january and the chant came from a monk sitting in a little temple..His robe as gold and his voice like the sound of a waterfall. I think it is the most beautiful picture I have ever wandered in. Your winter poem is so beautifully written and now I am looking forward to read the rest of the poems that you have posted. Thank You. Love. o molly

After reading your marvelous spotlight poem, I had to come check out your other writes between laundry loads...this was almost as good as that one!!!! The jasmine moon like really hit me. You have a stunning way of weaving words into these masterpieces. Keep it up! Peace n love Katie