by Gary Hardaway
I wonder how the ancients dealt with daily loss.
Most certainly. *
Else you must lie down in darkness, eh? *
Too bad it doesn't work that way.*
A touch of Buson under a Texas sky. *
Thank you all for reading and commenting.
Intense, lovely. I can buy into such faith!
Thank you, Ed.
On some level, I suppose every moment represent an act of faith in the next.*
Short & sweet. *
Thank you, Jake.
Thank you, Beate!
For me, it would be:
summer steals my stars again;
I trust autumn will return them.
For all the beautiful things this far north, what we don't have is summer nights where you can lie in the dark and look into eternity.
Thank you, Frankie. The whole tradition of summer/June winter/January must seem very strange to those down under.