Where the Deer and Coyote PlayBlithely I go along, and to be continued.
That the wildlife refuge on Plum Island
is not a sanctuary from concerns
of business, home, or everything pop culture,
but topography for being wild—
as shorebirds, songbirds, hawks, coyote, deer,
and that occasional photographer
or poet—is not a thing that every creature
sees. For instance, birders look for Iceland
Gulls, Tri-colored Herons, or Virginia
Rails, and almost never know the land
itself, that wilderness of marshes, dunes,
and start to infinite Atlantic seas.
COLD AND SOLITUDE
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Freezing weather here after a snowfall. Here again is a winter hokku by
Hashin: No sky, no earth;Only snowCeaselessly falling. And here is Kimio
Eto playin...
3 months ago
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I like this poem very much.
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