In the dark depth of the one clear pane of nine, I saw her love gaze on the
back of me, and in that same clear glass, looked her in the face—saw her
darkly, until she saw that I watched her and turned those loving eyes aside.
And when I turned to face her, in the here and now, I saw nothing of this
affection. O, her loveliness was ever hers, and her cheer was ever mine,
but we were never again so intimate as when we met in that clear, black
glass—that dark, ethereal otherworld.
frost-starred window
I stare through my reflection
into the moonlit orchard
Larry Kimmel's tanka and haiku have been published in
England, Canada, Romania, Australia, Russia and Japan,
as well as throughout the USA. His most recent books are
a river years from here (haibun) and Blue Night & the
inadequacy of long-stemmed roses (tanka and other short
poems), both avaliable at:
http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=673680.
He lives with his wife in the hills of western Massachusetts, USA.
Larry Kimmel's tanka and haiku have been published in
England, Canada, Romania, Australia, Russia and Japan,
as well as throughout the USA. His most recent books are
a river years from here (haibun) and Blue Night & the
inadequacy of long-stemmed roses (tanka and other short
poems), both avaliable at:
http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=673680.
He lives with his wife in the hills of western Massachusetts, USA.