Kad nerīmējas

Rudens kā rudens Ziema kā ziema Pat vasara iekļaujas ritmā Vien pavasaris Kā aptracis dīgsts Lien laukā pa visām spraugām. Dzimšanas kliedziens, Dubļi, Pērnās smiltis Un vājprāta spīdums acīs, Ugunsdzēsēju darbi Novācot kaķus kokos, Strazdu lamas un sīku Putniņu dejas Pirms Pilna ligzda dzeltenu brēcošu mutu, Un kļavas zied zaļi Kamēr zīlītes salasa Badainās bites. […]

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droplets of sun

Standing under the yellow maples in October rain Is like standing inside the sun — only cold, but the light is there; The rain splatters, the leatherly leaves crackle and sing, And depart like little comets melting nowhere; The grey of the sky becomes less low and oppressed As if the leaves filtered out All that is dim […]

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transparent air

this autumn is not rich in frosts, so the maple leaves turn bright yellow which creates an air of lucidity hard to describe, whatever the colour of the sky. especially when the sky is grey. it seems the sun herself* has come down for a visit ever so brief before the passing of the light. […]

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