! ! She Thought Of Plum-Blossom; Touched The Strings

Posted: Mon Mar 02,2009 1: 34 pm Post subject: -------------------- She thought of plum blossom, touched the strings Smiling gently in her mind this mid-winter morning at the thought of Spring she wraps herself in padded cotton kimono, tiptoes through the snow to the plum tree; touches so gently tips of twigs where the buds, too, warm at the thought of spring; then bends down, parts the snow so carefully, where the shoots of crocus will soon pull aside the snowy duvet; stretch; look coyly at the sun; returns in her own footsteps in the snow; takes up the shamisen, touches the strings; is about to sing; instead she smiles; almost sighs, like a lover, black almonds in the corner of her eyes; sounds of shamisen can be heard in the garden this winter morning.