Earth quaking trees sprinkled their pollen,
Powder puffing the forest floor.
A plume of golden mist rose up from its lush green lineage.
Gleaming in the sunlight, it water-colored the morning sky.
Carried by a somber breeze, the now ghostly glow drifted downthrough the valley toward the sea, passing over the blackened waves that flowed inland over our homes.
RKO â’¸2011 All Rights Reserved
This poem was inspired by the description of the scene a villager saw while he was chopping firewood in the mountain forest above his village of Fukashima as the Japanese earthquake of 2011 occurred.
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