Trees light: fleeting blaze
Fiery jewels bloom, drop, settle.
Shh. Now comes the snow.
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Judey Kalchik
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The Cave Part 11
Darkness, and the countless points of light, as if the entire void beyond was filled with the fire of a million stars. I felt as if I was staring into the eternity of a night sky beyond those wooden doors, the place beyond the actual reality, while I stood behind a curtain of scenery, the mountain and sky a mere pretense. And in that void beyond of unfathomable space, there hung suspended a mighty shard of crystal floating in place, with hundreds of a far smaller chunks orbiting around it in balanced but intersecting circles, no two in the same path. These caught the light from the center, and sparkled with inner fire each.
By Jamye Sharp4 days ago in Chapters
Comments (4)
I love the quiet of the final line. This poem perfectly captured that contrast between the flashiness of fall and the silence of winter.
I knew of a tree just like the one in the image. It captured the true essence of the season even when the first frost and snowflakes fell. A perfect poem and thanks for the memory.
I love the fiery imagery of this haiku contrasted with the final line of “Shh. Now comes the snow.” It makes the poem feel so alive and then gently puts it to sleep, like the cycling of the seasons.
I love this! So much imagery and movement. You even have a kireji (cut word) “snow” which adds such a delightful emotion and contrasting images as well as changing the entire direction of the haiku. Expert work, Judey!