The Cherry Blossom
Evocative harbinger
Of renewed spirits
Fading to the sun,
Mirages produce a tableau
Ethereal sights
Harvest winds descend
Do you hear the gray wolves’ pine,
Under the blue moon?
At the solstice rise,
like the snow, all disappears
Then returns anew
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Written for the VSS Nature Challenge, details below. Mikey please forgive my singular snow reference here!
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Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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Comments (6)
Do you hear the gray wolves’ pine, Under the blue moon? These lines reminded me of this line, "Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?", from the song Colours of the Wind from Pocahontas! Loved your Haikus!
Thank you so much, great words and thank you for the challenge shout out
This has wolves, snow and moon…..what’s not to love
Beautiful poem. I loved the imagery!
Lovely… “Do you hear the gray wolves’ pine, Under the blue moon? “ Vivid image!
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