white light

day’s first light—
retina white—ends
night rest and
heralds death.
white blossoms drift down to root
buds wake in spring light

©2017 Ontheland

A shadorma for Shadorma November hosted by Eliot of Along the Interstice and for Jane Dougherty’s Month with Yeats–Day Four.

W.B. Yeats, from his poem ‘To some I have talked with by the fire’:

“…till the morning break
And the white hush end all but the loud beat
Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.”

My final two lines come from a Japanese proverb: “The flower goes back to its root.”

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