The emptiness, the empty nest the feeling of the morning…?
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My Boomer Tips
The Feeling of the Morning.
Ēostur-month, and off we went
to greet the dawn-maid lilies
bearing blood-red egg trays sent
to all of our local families.
We saw the first rabbit of spring
fall by mistake in plover's nest.
followed by a lonely duckling
who wondered off from all the rest.
The sun shone on a solemn hill
standing guard against the sea.
We wished all well, and pondered still
the one who died upon the tree.
Beautiful! And finely crafted… thank you Hiram, I have been desperate for beautiful and untarnished things lately lest I lose myself in despair of a life seemingly ended. It means that much more to me coming from you, without a trace of guile or cynicism. YOU ARE A SWEETIE, just like I always said.
………………….Thanks,
………………….Hippity.
…………………That was
…………………very well
done. A Happy Easter Sunday to you, too.
(Coincidentally, it’s "Tomb Sweeping Holiday"
here in Taiwan today, when families return to
………………..ancestral
………………..gravesites
………………….to pay
…………………respect
…………………to their
……………….forefathers
………………by cleaning
………………..the sites
………………and offering
………………prayers for
……………….the dead.)