beyond the mist
lamp-yellow and new
three willows
three years since
and gone still
you will answer, at times
a delicate question
with such an appearance
where are you now?
beyond the mist
lamp-yellow
and you left us, why?
three willows, lit with young leaves
glowing through a slow white morning
and the kingfisher, low
above the shallow
chattering
there is something worth hunting
on the other side
