This has been a winter of books, and the kind of simple earthly pleasures that are priceless and free — a winter of clouds and ice and sun, of forest paths and waterfalls, of vanilla pages and chamomile grass and moss — a winter of Blake, Thoreau, and Don Quixote, of diaries and letters, and of all that lasts beyond its past and lights the present tense. And it’s not over, although I might be in the very next breath, and that breath might be spring.
First Kiss
plum blossoms . . . the old man
disappears
into a soft pink cloud
Recently Banned Literature, March 10, 2018
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Categories: New Poems & Pieces, Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Books, Diaries, Don Quixote, First Kiss, Haibun, Haiku, Letters, Poems, Poetry, Spring, Thoreau, Waterfalls, William Blake, Winter
