Friday, March 30, 2012
Sweeping Away Yesterday's Beauty
scattered on the deck
magnolia blossoms—
stroll across yesterday
For me part of the intensity of spring, is its utter ephermerality: the gorgeous blossoms, gentle and fragrant winds, the peeping of frogs at night. Here for a few weeks and then gone. How much more rushed than usual is this year with its super-early spring after a record-breaking warm winter. Yesterday, I noticed lilacs blooming! Lilacs that usually arrive at the dance so late-in May.
Here's a quote by British poet, Anne Rouse, "Poetry is about the intensity at the centre of life..." The best haiku pulse with the aliveness of the natural world from the delicate violet to the cloud-skimming redwood, from the mud-clump of snail to the giant blue whale.
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