After the Snow

by Linda Pastan



I’m inside

a Japanese woodcut,


snow defining

every surface:



of tree limbs


like pages

of inked calligraphy;


one sparrow,

high on a branch,


brief as

a haiku.



in the Maryland woods, far


from Kyoto

I enter Kyoto.



From Almost an Elegy: New and Selected Poems (New York: Norton, 2022), page 95.