Monday, 9 February 2009

Winter weeds standing tall in white
blanched of living color
seeds sleeping

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Taomaster Frank
My Spirit Journeys

3 comments:

Lorna said...

Reminds me of a poem my mother loved, The Seed Shop by Muriel Stuart. the last line: 'And in my hand a forest lies asleep.'
just lovely, thank you.

fourwindshaiga said...

I think of my garden sleeping in the winter, too. I like this.

jem said...

I like the idea of 'seeds sleeping' - I wonder what they dream of, sun perhaps?