The Gate of the Moon
Nowhere left
for the rain
to run to
*
solar panels capture
a dull grey sky
*
this hill
rising above
winter earth
*
three hundred thousand miles
reflected in a puddle
*
a quick burst
glimpses of red
waxwings scatter
*
assorted woollen socks
circle the rug
*
in awe of grammar
we follow the rules
we have never heard of
*
the white Buddha
mossy round his knees
*
the poetry master said
if you don’t understand anything
it’s all right
*
how convert digital
love to analogue?
*
while the clock ticks
memories chime
to a different rhythm
*
a year’s worth of tears
spilled before breakfast
*
she draws
small villages
when she’s lost
*
the language of light
tells the garden its season
*
how to be an artist?
invite someone dangerous
for tea
*
the fox in Brian’s garden
weighing his options
*
what we’ll see
when it’s all over
the gate of the moon
*
seedheads of honesty
waxy, translucent
*
the mouse carefully sniffs
the air outside
the opened trap
*
budding black already
ash branches, tips uplifting.
A Renga in Winter
at Harnham Buddhist Monastery
on 27th December 2012.
Participants:
Ajahn Abhinando
John Bower
Chandra Candiani
Linda France
Geoff Jackson
Martha Jackson
Neda Popovic Bras
Christine Taylor
Botanical 
Beautiful way to end the year – thank you!