for Moya

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The hearse departs –

Now she blesses us all

With little drops

Of spring-like rain …

………………………………………..(Kyoto, 30.1.09)

柩発ちやがて降るやモヤの慈雨
(hitsugi tachi yagate kudaru ya Moya no jiu, Jap. trans. by Toshi Ida)

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* some of the poems and comments added to this post may, in due course, be passed on to Moya’s family. Her final contribution to Hailstone was the fine report three posts below, ‘Winter Solstice’.

First taste of winter: Kurama to Kibune

Bent in greeting
The snow-covered stem
Of a young cedar

Sacred tree, holy water:
On the head of the praying woman
Fall flakes of snow

Seated on a bench
Looking towards Kyoto
The silent snow man

from the Icebox inbox 5

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Feathered grasses wag

Like agitated cat tails.

Santa Fe morning.……….(Ted Taylor, New Mexico)

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first snow:

bubbling in my throat

a warm whisky.………….(Keith A. Simmonds, ?)

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Yes.

Snow on tree tips

Atop Mt. Atago,

Yet the morning sun shines.………(Jane Wieman, Kyoto)