WANG WEI IN WINTERSCAPE

WANG WEI IN WINTERSCAPE

Drizzle from this winter sky

Mutes the greens and browns of pastures.

Clouds conceal far mountain tops.

Mist slides down the sides of hills.

Far the filtered light of day

Brushes sight with textures like

Scrolls of ancient, ink-washed silk.

I'm reminded of Wang Wei

Longing for some further, finer

Life and living, seeing some

Image of its image in

Distant kingdoms of white cloud-

Writing poems like painting silk,

Brushing silk like poetry.