Saturday, January 19, 2008


the incense burns out

on the mound of dead ashes

what fragrance remains?

Saturday, January 05, 2008


Snow falls,
muffling sound:
all the world seems quieter -
a mimicry of peace;
muffling my garden,
and the violas look just like
the plantain weeds;
muffling hills and fields
so dull landscapes become
fairylands; and
muffling the frozen lagoon.
(One could walk upon water
and not know it.)
~ Beverly Shepard