TRIADS – Part One

by Stefanie Bennett


[‘One cannot condemn a tree
because it has a few dead twigs’]

/D. Auchterlonie/

A row of birches, splendidly adorned
In silver arrows
Lead the way
To this village.
Po Chu-i, fading
Near-bankrupt poet,
Resides within
The staid temple.
And… today’s crisp calendar
Bids him kneel
Before a summer
Stricken peach tree:
Blossomless –, coarse limbs
Are lifted
In a last apostrophized
Shout to heaven
… If Calvary shone in another
Erstwhile place
Neither knew
Of that event – but…
Sure resolve elevated
The Sage
And formed
The internment
Where man
                  And wood
                                  Make one.
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