Here at the frontier, the leaves fall like rain. Although my neighbors are all barbarians, and you, you are a thousand miles away, there are still two cups at my table.

Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life.

~ Wu-men ~

Saturday, June 25, 2005

It's hot outside

It’s about 400 degrees outside, and the humidity is around 10,000 %. Naturally, one’s thoughts turn to winter, when the wind chill is –60F, and gale force winds are trying to rip the frozen flesh right off of your bones.

Luckily, winter gives way to spring (which lasts about 15 minutes in Michigan, we tend to plunge directly back into summer). There is a time when it’s not quite winter, and not quite spring either …

Winter Cinquain

Of green
dreams in winter,
thawed brooks purl anew.
Phantom sunflowers touch the sky.

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