Mark M. Redfearn
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Dec
31
Last day of the year—
setting aside my regrets,
I brew some fresh tea.
Dec
30
In my year-end dream,
I’m sure I smell fresh blossoms
on my cherry tree.
Dec
29
By cherry blossoms,
though they be but year-end dreams,
my hope is renewed.
Dec
28
I will miss you, Earth,
and your hundred million songs,
when I have to leave.
Dec
27
Except for the saw,
the snarling, growling chainsaw,
the woods are silent.
Dec
26
After-Christmas rain—
greedily my plum tree drinks
to prepare for spring.
Dec
25
A crow in the oak
manages to croak out news
of a baby’s birth.
Dec
24
The wind remembers
how, at Bethlehem’s manger,
it sang through the night.
Dec
23
Little brown sparrow,
are you composing new songs
for Christmas morning?
Dec
22
Cold December rain—
perhaps someone with good news
will knock at my door.
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