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Sunday, January 19, 2014

Winter Tanka

Sleeved in recent snow,
branches of the trees and shrubs
now seem transfigured,
shining like Taboric light
in the January gray.

2 comments:

  1. Thank you for this glimpse, Thomas! After looking up "Tabor light" (uneducated protestant, here), I love this poem's hint of glory.

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    1. Thank you, Elena Lee, for your kind words -- but surely the adjective of your parenthetical self-description is a mite exaggerated? Let us simply say of ourselves that we are both always learning!

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