In the exile of your absence

 

In the exile of your absence, I remember Po Chü-i

and look for poetry in the emptiness.

Late November snow buries the garden and unfinished chores.

Tomorrow’s sun, gone from the forecast.

 

Belted Kingfisher

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19 thoughts on “In the exile of your absence

  1. Wow, that’s a powerful, painful phrase “In the exile of your absence” And, that pic, well, amazing you captured it! It reminds me of the old Widow’s Walks on the homes in seafaring communities. Regards, Jean

    • Thanks JB! Kingfisher sitting on an Osprey nest (that was taken over by Eagles). Last winter was quite brutal for us in Nova Scotia… I’m okay with the snow holding off.

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