Snow wheat

I ask how snow-wheat grows
On trees and then sun comes
And there is water a-dripping.

In the upper valley tall pines
Stand as if dead always there,
To be green soon after noon.

In the upper valley the trees
Eat snow-wheat for a sheen
When all is eaten turn green.


Poplars in Leh

Quietly poplars emerge in Leh,
High in the snow of bared hills,

The hills stripped of their green
By a forgetful blanket of winter.

From the Buddha peace above,
We look down on their clusters

In a muddy rockscape nestling
Ochre monasteries in its ridges.

Everyone here lives in poplars
They give them the life’s wind

And are no eerie wind sounds ,
Their deadwood fine geometry.