The Journey Is A Picture

The circle of your lantern patches snow.
Your face is weather beaten by wind's blow.
The safe moon is unreachable by air,
The fall of dark too eloquent to bear.

And yet your light comes on to me, brave friend.
The journey is a picture with no end.
I wonder. Could you use some company?
Warmth goes a long, long way so they tell me.

by Sandra Fowler

Comments (5)

The tree was hiding the sunrise....Awesome.10+++
........truly a master of haiku....beautiful write..
More greats written by Shiki!
a simple message with simile.. LIKE
a paradox of loss - do you think he misses the tree?