Snow (Poem, 3 versions)

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in the deep fundamental hush
of an early morning snowfall,
the seething of the mind stills
but, witnesses
the rise of sorrow.

turning from it does no good,
this dark in our tai chi–
but can i see this thick flurry as a white eye?
as primal love
and the march of time.

my neighbor’s dogs race in snowy circles,
they hold the other fishy half–
gleaming white with a dark, prey-driven eye–
in their joyful jaws.

dogs love the snow.

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snow-

within
early morning’s snowfall,
the fundamental hush
stills the mind
but, witnesses
the rise of sorrow.

no protection in turning
from this dark half–
but see this thick flurry
as a white eye,
blind though seeing true:
primal love
and the march of time.

my neighbor’s dogs race
in snowy circles,
they have the other half–
bone-white, with a prey-driven eye–
in their joyful jaws.

dogs love the snow.

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series of tanka
[tanka: poems with syllable scheme of 5-7-5-7-7 or short-long-short-long-long, no title and a middle line that often works as a hinge– able to be the last line in the first three or the first line in the last three]

a stillness of mind
in the fundamental hush
of early morning
pale snow flurries, fast and soft
witness the rise of sorrow.

turning my back on
on this dark half does no good
but to know this white
as a blind eye seeing true:
primal love and march of time.

my neighbor’s dogs race
in linking and snowy laps
the other half is
moon-white, a prey-driven eye
they hold both in joyful hearts.

dogs love the snow.

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