Moon

charcoal on paper

17 x 22

I am back from the southwest and have been so caught up in picking up the pieces of my life that I have been remiss about posting..... It's a cold and sleety day in Minnesota, but here are two hopeful poems from my favorite book of love poems called "The Ink Dark Moon":

Nothing

in the word

is usual today.

This is

the first morning.

Even though

these pine trees

keep their original color,

everything green

is different in spring.

- Izumi Shikibu