Walking with Yi Kyubo

by Geoffrey Gaddis

I walk through seasons to find words for poems.
A stirring sprinkles dapples on the leaf floor.
Soon bare limbs will toss abstractions on winter skies.
It is hard to hold all this beauty in one viewing.
My eyes are filled, tears puddle along their rims.
I will climb to the ridgeline path many times.
In spring caterpillars drop on their threads from high limbs.
The comfort of cool shade will return on a breeze.
In winter, I will search the branches for letters.
Snow drops puzzle shadow patterns on cold drifts.