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Friday, March 22, 2013

Or My Busy Mind?






It's almost April;
I look out on a white lawn.
When will winter end?


 

 The light has emerged, though
Even as the fields are white,
Spring blinks her bright eyes.





Shadows on the snow
Disappear before my eyes.
What magic is this?




Gilda and Mabel
Run to greet me at the fence.
(They can't say "Hello")



 Sparkles in the stream
Don't care about the weather;
They laugh with the sun.



Where is the stream bed?
Curving dent in the thick snow.
Where is its water?



Crocuses seem dead,
Deceived by the early warmth;
But snow drops survive.



Soft cry in the woods--
Is it animal or child,
Or my busy mind?




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