My 5-7-5: Winter '14

Winter's setting is
perfect for the ritual
of one's seppuku.

Grieve like morning dew
evaporating above
an old bamboo sword.

Feelings slide along
the heart like enemy blood
on a katana.

Changing tides - changing
minds? Winter is most brutal
without a partner.

Walls harden as an
oyster shell, yet bear no soul like
a shinning pearl.

Swimming up stream, the
Trout, with broken hook in mouth,
lives it's second chance.

The tiger will use
it's full strength - even when
hunting a rabbit.

The seal will trek for
miles and miles in search for the
scent of the penguin.

Ignorance is bliss,
like taking the first breath
of welcomed ocean.

His words are the logs
that keep the hearth in my chest
from smoldering out.