Indiana Stupa

i
crackling hardwoods chat
about the weather and day,
touching limbs lightly
in the gusts near the stupa;
the ring of snow-bound seats
waits for Spring sun patiently.

ii
around and around
in prayer, go I, following
in a deer's footsteps,
ice and snow breaking beneath
my feet, down to the hard ice

iii
embracing summer's
green lawn fiercely in its grip:
frosting breath, silent forest,
great dogs barking from the house;
are they calling or sending?

1/10/99

Copyright 1999 by Ken Bacher