 Persimmons... |  ...and kiwis ripen in Winter. |
| Ode to Citrus On a Winter day Rain pours from the roof The sky is cloudy gray. The garden is bare Tomatos withered Nothing left to share. But in back I find Round globes fuzzy brown On the kiwi vine. In the corner I see A bright yellow ball On the lemon tree. An orange tangerine Hanging from a branch Among leaves bright green. Down the street I see Bright orange persimmons On the neighbor's tree. It's as if the sun Has emerged to say Winter is almost done. -MW | Let Be! Let pass what can no longer be, Let die what has run its course, Let go what is spent! Nothing is here to stay All changes from day to day, Let go what is gone! -JM An epigram a day: Life is a blending of the actual and of dream. Neither should be neglected. To think too much is to know too little. Poetic fruits are customarily rooted in existential discontent. Art and thought counter personal blight and existential agony. You are what you believe the world to be. To emote is to be alive, to reflect is to survive. Feeling provide thrust and thought gives direction. We treasure what we have lost or have never had. -JM |
 | Piccolisms: Wet lawns do not make good toilets. Dry indoor lawns are preferable. |