Oh, so many words
rolling out
chiseled out
typed out
thrown out.
Here nature
helps out
the artist
who chiseled out
a poem.
2 thoughts on “Writing Dust”
How quickly words
Rise as damp air
Fall upon ear
Grow green,
Setting roots,
Bud and flower,
Passed on
As seeds,
One to another
A bright meadow
Of shared hearts.
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Just got back from the Temple yesterday after a long weekend there. It felt like mid-winter, but with an ever so slight feeling of maybe just a wee bit of tipping into spring! And tomorrow maybe we’ll know how long of winter on Groundhog’s Day! :0)
How quickly words
Rise as damp air
Fall upon ear
Grow green,
Setting roots,
Bud and flower,
Passed on
As seeds,
One to another
A bright meadow
Of shared hearts.
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Just got back from the Temple yesterday after a long weekend there. It felt like mid-winter, but with an ever so slight feeling of maybe just a wee bit of tipping into spring! And tomorrow maybe we’ll know how long of winter on Groundhog’s Day! :0)
to read
your words.
Thank you Jack.