Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 24, 2024

(No Wind, No Rain)

 (No Wind, No Rain)

No wind, no rain,
the tree
just fell, as a piece of fruit does.

But no, not fruit. Not ripe.
Not fell.

It broke. It shattered.

One cone's 
addition of resinous cell-sap,
one small-bodied bird
arriving to tap for a beetle.

It shattered.

What word, what act,
was it we thought did not matter?

-Jane Hirshfield

Monday, January 22, 2024

Snow

 Snow
 
Little soul,
for you, too, 
death is coming.
 
Was there something
you thought
you needed to do?
 
Snow
does not walk into a room
 
and wonder
 
why.

-Jane Hirshfield