Beauty

In The Lake

In Wad Hamid's Doum Tree

And in the Sunshine Through the Rain.

And breaks the Heart

Like the Blue Bamboo I read while still soaked

Like the tea leaves I brewed so carefully for you.

Mine to help beguile

Mine in helpless hoarding and then ferreting out again

To break my heart again.

I had forgotten how pleasant it is to sit at a desk in an empty library.
I sang while taking a walk today.
The icicles outside my window are melting.
It really is a pretty sight.
I have my window open.
I feel a light heartedness that is unusual in winter.