Sunday- for Julian

Like muffled rain
tiny snow flakes,
frozen analogy
of cherry blossom,
fall in the middle of spring

Frost dazzled the frogs
in the midst of their amphibian embrace.
Fantastic creatures
in the depths of the pond
with two heads and eight legs.

Roses, ignoring the weather
are filled with promises

Maiden Weed, Sorceress Violet,
Blue Eyes, Blind Weed,
embroiders with indigo
the sumptuous white carpet.

Under his iced cap
the stone Buddha
dreams of the Himalayas

And with it all
in spite of everything
I, deprived of faith,
get lost
in origami of words.


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