Sat, Feb 24, 2007

creative Kaze no Uta (Wind Song)

Posted at 7:09 pm MST to Creative Work
Winds howl down the heights:
Snow vanishes, ice bonds fade,
Frozen sleepers wake.
Chinook frees imprisoned lands,
Shaping mud back to the world.

[The classic Japanese poetic form is the tanka: 5 7 5 7 7, not the shorter haiku that was more recently derived from it.]

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