Winter Light
Warm light Streams from the sky Snow swirls in freezing wind Still, I will go out. Through the branches sprinkles A shower of light A lesson from the trees About the winter sun Here...
Poems
Poetry and verse from young voices
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Warm light
Streams from the sky
Snow swirls in freezing wind
Still, I will go out.
Through the branches sprinkles
A shower of light
A lesson from the trees
About the winter sun
Here is Miyo's poem in Japanese:
atatakai hikari ga
sora kara futte kuru
fukisusabu kitakaze no naka
sore de mo watakushi wa soto ni deru
eda no suldma yori furisosogu
hikari no shawaa
gairoju ga oshiete kureta
ma...
Warm light
Streams from the sky
Snow swirls in freezing wind
Still, I will go out.
Through the branches sprinkles
A shower of light
A lesson from the trees
About the winter sun
Here is Miyo's poem in Japanese:
atatakai hikari ga
sora kara futte kuru
fukisusabu kitakaze no naka
sore de mo watakushi wa soto ni deru
eda no suldma yori furisosogu
hikari no shawaa
gairoju g...
You were loved, sweet,
Always smiling
When I needed you,
You left.
You gave me the name orphan,
You gave me a black shadow,
Life without you has no sense.
Now, in your best years,
Black soil covers you.
O my Daddy
On your grave
There are roses
It's me who put them there
Your orphan
My Daddy
A life without you.
When my spirit is low
You'll catch it
And carry it on your back.
You'll fly through the gardens
And into town.
You'll fly past the bright streetlights
With my spirit holding on tight.
You' ll use your silent magic
And light up one last time.
Then you'll fly into my backyard
Up through my window
As the summer breezes blow.
You'll gently drop my spirit over me.
Whenever I smell potato leek soup,
I drift back to the Mardi Gras dinner,
While serving the steaming hot side dish.
Instead of hearing the soft music
Playing in the background of the cafe
I hear the clash of a glass plate falling to the floor
And the loud chatter of hundreds of people.
And whenever I eat pearl couscous,
I'll wander back to the tables
Littered with plastic crawfish and beads.
I didn't know
That going to my new school
Would mean four long nights
Away from you.
I didn't know
I would miss your scratchy face
When you kiss me,
Wrestling on the bed,
Climbing on your back
Or into the "rabbit hole"
To watch TV together.
I didn't know
Just how much I'd miss your funny faces
And my favorite Hungarian love song
About meeting the girl at seven-thirty
Under the stars.
At first misty
then drizzling
now coming down hard
like long, thin fingers
reaching down to earth
gray against the green of the pine trees
combining with the fog
that has rolled in from the sea.
Many people prefer
tropical islands
or dusty deserts—
but
I like the wet
and the fog
and the mist
and the gray skies of home
because . . .
I saw a hot air balloon this morning
And immediately thought of you
Every time I am on the hill
I yell "Hi Grandma!"
As loud as I can
I look at the ancient hilltop tree
How its branch is pointing
To all the land you loved
I look at the vineyards
And I remember
How much you treasured them
When I climb the hill
I still remember
Scattering your ashes
How they blew on me in the wind
And I didn't b...
We walked home together. We talked about schoolwork,
and then you said,
“You are adopted. I’m sorry.”
Sometimes you commented on the dirt on my clothes
as we walked out of school.
But this felt different, like we were at a party and all of a sudden
the music stopped and everyone stared at me.
The words take me back: You’re adopted. I’m sorry?
What did you say?
I want to be one with the earth
I want to sink my feet into the soft dirt
and feel no difference between myself and the world
around me.
I want to slip into the cool river water
and float as if I am made of it.
I want to climb the tallest trees
and daringly sway in the breeze.
I want to look into a wolf’s eyes
and feel no fear at all.
I want to be one with the earth.