23 November

23 November

Winter begins ice-blue.
Staring at a faint sun, morosely,
in days of lassitude I think of you
placed in tropical heat while
we are sheaves of wheat
dry to the very cellular walls.

In vivid colors
a medley of birdsong is ringing.
How I wish I were elsewhere!
But you are still with me,
in my mind, in my heart –
present.

– Bhikshuni Weisbrot.

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