Les plus lus ▸
Bruce Ross
early spring warmth
the peony petals tight
around the bud
Walking beside the tree-peonies,
I saw a beetle
Whose wings were of black lacquer spotted with milk.
I would have caught it.
But it ran from me swiftly
And hid under the stone lotus
Which supports the statue of Buddha.
When I looked into your eyes,
I saw a garden
With peonies, and tinkling pagodas.
And round-arched bridges
Over still lakes.
A woman sat beside the water
In a rain-blue, silken garment.
She reached through the water
To pluck the crimson peonies
Beneath the surface.
But as she grasped the stems,
They jarred and broke into white-green ripples
And as she drew out her hand.
The water-drops dripping from it
Stained her rain-blue dress like tears.
He wore a coat
With gold and red maple leaves.
He was girt with the two swords.
He carried a peony lantern.
When I awoke.
There was only the blue shadow of the plum-tree
Upon the shoji.