When Will the Spring Come Again?, A Tanka Sequence

anything
new under the sun?
my shadow
and I come back
where cherry blossom fell

as the moon appears
with the coming of stars
a part of her
unfolds toward me...
a midsummer night's dream?

the conversation
between my hands and her body
deepening
an autumn breeze covers us
with a quilt of crimson leaves

a trace of blood
on the icy floor
this moonless night
the gaze of memory
penetrates my heart

Skylark, 1:2, Winter 2013