aloft a speckled blue like wild bird's egg
lower the varied greens dancing in light
still hours to go before return of night
each tree sways gently like a dancing leg
yet holds the earth down firmly as a peg
time it would seem has given up its spite
the day began dull but now ends bright
peace flows serene like beer from a keg
let there be wisdom no god told us that
but we need something firm in each mind
rest comes and calm but always a catch
sits in our thoughts we can take nothing flat
acceptance of each moment is too blind
but only fools would strike the final match
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
31 March 2007
a spring saturday
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I love this truly inspired image: "each tree... holds the earth down firmly as a peg".
High on a windy hill yesterday I watched hares dancing in a court of grass surrounded by sheltering treas. Your spring seems also to be springing.
Thanks. It's been springing for a few weeks now. Leaves are out on every tree, and rain today cleared a lot of the pollen that's been covering everything.
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