Thursday, January 27, 2011

January 27, 2011

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Indoors the orchid buds
after bare months. In grayness
three birds arrive chirping, 
flapping wings at my window....
A smile blooms. 

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2 comments:

  1. CynthiaJanuary 31, 2011 at 5:49 PM

    I love the hope for spring in the thick of winter that's implied here. A very lovely piece.

    I've enjoyed your writing in the river of stones, and hope you'll continue to post.

    warmly,
    cynthia

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  2. Clarissa JakobsonsJanuary 31, 2011 at 8:23 PM

    Thank you so much for your warm words! The orchid continues to amaze me.

    Fondly,
    Clarissa

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