I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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28 June 2008

Somewhere it's snowing: haiku and things for June 2008


Poems from the desert
light the silence and distance
as stars the night sky.


A line of footprints
emerges from the desert.
Or do they lead in?


Even now a man
is walking around a stupa
reciting prayers,
the other side of the world.
And some, I know, are for me.


Soft autumn sunshine
after a night of soft rain.
My new rose grows tall.


An invading wind.
60-foot mountain laurel
suddenly shattered
twists off at one-third its height,
leaving a blank, empty sky.


I breathe in deeply
the scent of dew on the grass
as the moon rises.


A night of deep cold.
We pile on more thick blankets.
Somewhere it's snowing.

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