Friday, November 14, 2008

Poetry Friday: Winter


Ziye (c. 265-420)

When ice on the pond is three feet thick

and white snow stretches a thousand miles,

my heart will still be like the pine and cypress,

but your heart--what will it be?


Little Willow said...

I've never been on ice.

Erin said...

That's amazing.

Janet Lee Carey said...

The pine and cypress stay green, alive, strong, all through winter. May this be true of you.


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