Musings on Mystery Hill
There’s something in the mix
and disarray of stone
that coalesces on
a lifeless hill, this zone
worth scrutinizing twice,
which speaks of sacrifice.
Some early Celtic monk
who wandered mystic seas,
or Amerindian
ascendant, once the freeze
of glacial shock was past—
scenarios are vast.
ON INTO WINTER
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I had thought to end the autumn season with Kigin’s “shape of the wind”
hokku, but a reader in Japan then sent me a new verse that seemed quite
appropriate...
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