On the subject of 2018

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B.H. Fraser

April 30th, 2018.


Filed under 2018,Poems

 

after Matsuo Bashō

In the nearly sun

    A mist rises on the water

To the now awake

 

Two bees make honey

    In a flower sweet but still

Alone as welcome

 

To something alert

    A swan moving in a lake

Upon gold they sit

 

Observers of light

    There is something electric

In this crest of white

 

As the bees work

    A mesmerising sound grows

To constant measure

 

Light on the water

    That sings its song to the dawn

In time to the beat