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Between winter and spring
When neither snow falls
Nor one bird sings
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Left alone
In a silent, bare
Land of eye and ear.
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Still,
A sound
A sight
Rises
Unannounced
From the up-reaching, barren
Branched trees
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Eye and Ear
Found full
Then back again
To the day
Between winter and spring.
Jacks Poem.
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And so it is
and so it has been.
These past couple of weeks
since leaving the Eden Valley
– and that rock in the stream!
Full to brimming.
And dull dark dripping days.
Gardening, sewing,
Eating and talking.
– and passing on a tradition.
What an honour.
Thanks for your patience while I deal with many matters. Thankfully I’ve a reliable Internet connection now so posting must surely resume.
When I notice the moment in-between I am happy because that shows me the value of all moments. Thank you. May your journey be a straight line, with gentle curves.
In gassho,
Helmut
one of those ‘clever’ moment when I’m tempted to respond with a pithy couple of words. Thankfully I am resisting the temptation. So thanks Helmut – that’s pithy enough.