The first day was so cold! We bought gloves, underpaints and krampons before we climb Huangshan. All the trees had icicle on the leaves...But the next day all the ice melted and was so hot!
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our trip to Asia
ben
ReplyDeletethis poem a part of the "still, juanita" series i began upon her...........
still, juanita {#2}
we agreed
to believe
in the beauty:
how we feel
even this passing
where spirit
does not
diminish
she's renamed
herself
'first light'
defining loss
with presence
how shadow
means
somewhere
still
immaculate
her illuminating
arrival
and yet
she's gone
i hear wings
wind in willows
moving
even the earth
and each
as we say
heavenly
bodies
and
i am certain
god's threads
weave us
into this tapestry
where remembering
and being
abide
+++++
dswoo
aka
dad
love this poem ...
ReplyDeletejuanita still
juxtaposing
who and now