Six-fold symmetry
A deepening darkness over the sea,
a black curtain suspended from cloud.
A single snowflake. Then.
Hail of white pellets bouncing
on grey slabs.
The Miya River flows quickly
rushes snowmelt through the city.
Across the Yayoi Bridge, early market.
Large kaki fruit to eat now, ginkgo nuts,
a little taiko drum to take home.
The layer builds up, a gradual quilt,
fuzzy top. Silence.
Outside the trees, wind rises
across the fields. In the hills
a howl, a blast of white-cold.
Little drifts of powder snow
settle in the angles of Wall
and black, polished slabs. Slip-risk.
Near the harbour, a ring
of frozen sea-ice. A walk up-slope,
parasitic cone, the central crater
snow-filled, an icy disk seen through blizzard.
In the morning, tracks.
Night-deer. Owl-wings,
foot-scratches under the feed station,
a hare-trail with spots of strange blood.
Colin Will
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