From readers of the NY Times.
Here's one that is not about last month's blizzard and lack of trash pickup:
In falling snow
a red bird sings
a song without a name
— Ben Connelly
and here is mine:
snow falling softly
lightly, covers the dog's coat
until he shakes
"Immersion in the life of the world, a willingness to be inhabited by and to speak for others, including those beyond the realm of the human, these are the practices not just of the bodhisattva but of the writer." --Jane Hirshfield
Friday, January 7, 2011
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