May 8th, 2020

May 9, 2020

I think this side is okay now…. Then, I saw the opposite side… and I’ve starting it over again.


The night is deep.


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2 Responses to “May 8th, 2020”

  1. Pamela says:

    And the night is sometimes long…
    I thought of this poem when I saw your beautiful piece unfolding.

    Winter Branches
    Margaret Widdemer, 1884-1978

    When winter-time grows weary, I lift my eyes on high
    And see the black trees standing, stripped clear against the sky;

    They stand there very silent, with the cold flushed sky behind,
    The little twigs flare beautiful and restful and kind;

    Clear-cut and certain they rise, with summer past,
    For all that trees can ever learn they know now, at last;

    Slim and black and wonderful, with all unrest gone by,
    The stripped tree-boughs comfort me, drawn clear against the sky.

  2. minikonote says:

    Dear Pamela,
    Thank you for introducing me to the beautiful poem. You have a huge knowledge of poems. Do you write poems yourself too?

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