Peach of immortality


new year has circled
peach tree scratches bare faced moon
first dream of the hare
you run east with the west wind
my body cold as late snow


breezy peach petals
the birthing hare squeals briefly
flesh flushed with longing
under mottled sheets I dream
ancestors cursing red moon


peaches cheek to cheek
summer sallow as moonlight
blade cleaves flesh to stone
the fleet hare shrieks in its snare
I dream drops of frozen blood


crescent autumn moon
held in an immortal cup
the hare curls asleep
soft ball of over-ripe peach
drops with a sigh in my lap

© Laura Granby 2016

Meeting Toni (kanzensakura) at the Bar for some more of the poetry form- Tanka