After a night of rain
I go out, wearing clogs
wrapped in an old overcoat
against the spring cold
water pours white
through the open dikes
peach blossoms glow red
beyond the willows
fields of new grass spread away
edged and checkered
poles rise from the well
at the wood's edge
I go back in
to write at my small desk
evening arrives, I'm alone
happy among the green weeds
~~Chinese Poet----Wang Wei 750 AD~~
This was enclosed in a letter sent to me by my son, from Thailand
dated 12/2002
I remember how I loved receiving it
and saved it.
Seems it was only yesterday.....
4 comments:
Very expressive ~ loved it!
oh, i love it, too! thanks for sharing it. :)
I read the poems you post and often think to myself, "Ernestine could have written that!". Though you list the author's name, the words grow from your own heart like the beautiful wilderness that surrounds you.
Charlotte and Sky, thank you.
Kaveri, you warm my heart...
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