rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

Again

Despite dense clouds, nothing has precipitated outdoors all night but a bit of icy mist. Indoors, however, unintentional sleep was precipitated by... well, I have no idea. There is no reason for this to have happened. All I know is that three hours once again vanished in a dreamless puff. On my lawn, the cold night has preserved four surviving clumps of snow. They look like ghostly hieroglyphs in a lost language, casually scattered along the north edge of the wild plum bushes.



Sunday Verse

How I Sailed on the Lake Till I Came to the Eastern Stream

by Lu Yu


Of Spring water,-- thirty or forty miles:
In the evening sunlight,-- three or four houses.
Youths and boys minding geese and ducks:
Women and girls tending mulberries and hemp.
The place,-- remote: their coats and scarves old:
The year,-- fruitful: their talk and laughter gay.
The old wanderer moors his flat boat
And staggers up the bank to pluck wisteria flowers.
Subscribe

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Six

    The rain was long delayed Sunday, clouds forming only gradually in the afternoon sky, and the first drops falling as dusk arrived. It has been mostly…

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Five

    Days seem shorter once they are over than they do when they lie ahead. When I woke up Saturday afternoon there were at least three hours o daylight…

  • Reset Thirty-Five, Day Four

    After my Thursday midnight nap, Friday went strange on me and I slept from about eleven o'clock in the morning until four o'clock in the afternoon.…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 1 comment