trees, straight & bare,
line the boulevard. one leaf
blows across the walk.
City Winter [Haiku]
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“Now Close the Windows” by Robert Frost [w/ Audio]
Now close the windows and hush all the fields;
If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
Be it my loss.
It will be long ere the marshes resume,
It will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
But see all wind-stirred.
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DAILY PHOTO: Buda Spires in Winter
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Edge of Weather [Haiku]
Winter day:
bright sunlight at cloud's end --
glassy river.
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Winter Song [Haiku]
dry leaf rattle:
shaken by a steady breeze:
Winter song.
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“The Chimney Sweeper” by William Blake [w/ Audio]
A little black thing among the snow,
Crying ''weep! 'weep!' in notes of woe!
'Where are thy father & mother? say?'
'They are both gone up to the church to pray.
'Because I was happy upon the heath,
'And smil'd among the winter's snow,
'They cloth'd me in the clothes of death,
'And taught me to sing the notes of woe.
'And because I am happy & dance & sing,
'They think they have done me no injury,
'And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King,
'Who make up a heaven of our misery.'
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DAILY PHOTO: View from a Cliff, Yehliu
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“Glass was the Street – in Tinsel Peril” (1518) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]
Glass was the Street - in Tinsel Peril
Tree and Traveller stood.
Filled was the Air with merry venture
Hearty with Boys the Road.
Shot the lithe Sleds like Shod vibrations
Emphacized and gone
It is the Past's supreme italic
Makes the Present mean --
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Dusky Winter Scene [Haiku]
church at dusk
looks shuttered and vacant, then
door creak, candle flame
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Tough Pink Blooms [Haiku]
flower cluster hangs
through a cold December --
the last leaf lone gone.
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