Friday, January 01, 2016
New Year's Day
The fundamentals —
trees, sky, water,
the calling of crows
— do not change.
Smoke rises above the tea-house.
The geese glean the fields.
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2 comments:
May 2016 allow some profitable cultural scavenging to us all and, what else? In such difficult times, does "a bit of what you will" sound promising enough?
Thanks, Rolland. We will carry on. Happy New Year!
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