Yet
Dewdrops touched The world of dew
by the first shimmering fingers of light; is the world of dew,
leaves drink And yet, and yet--
the gathering warmth
in their joyous deluge of green. Kobayashi Issa (1763-1827)
Breathe the crisp gleam
of deep wordless promises --
a day not yet written.
Jon Bohrn (2000)

 

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