In autumn, far away deep in the hills, the maple leaves turn scarlet <br />Fierce gales presaging winter blow, scarlet leaves fall like rain <br />beneath the trees. The turn brown and rot returning from whence they came. <br /> <br />Stiffened by night frost my writing brush will no longer write <br />I must wait, my thoughts overflowing. I can make no mark. <br />My thoughts as fluid as the changing sea, remain unwritten. <br /> <br />Dark clouds dominate the sky, the wind rises to a crescendo. <br />then suddenly the world is still. Silent expectancy <br />fills my heart with fear. The calm before the storm. <br /> <br />I sit to write by the light of my oil lamp.Its soft glow <br />is comforting to my spirit. The pine trees dusted with snow <br />protect my small house from the wind. I write of summer. <br /> <br />Peach blossoms fill the house with beauty, they will not last long. <br />once severed from the parent tree death is imminent. <br />Outside the boastful cherry tree is stripped by the wind. <br /> <br />I yearn to know the path the wild goose flies. <br />Leaving the flock behind he takes a lonely road, why? <br />He is driven by his inner devils to seek solitude. <br /> <br />The sky below the clouds is clad in ebony sadness <br />The mourning light casts a faint glow I weep silently <br />my fierce protector is no more. I am a widow left alone. <br /> <br />Aug 2004<br /><br />ivor .e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/korean-meditations/
