November 19, 2001

• not a poem, just streams of thoughts:

  
  

  random thoughts and random moments

  
  

  it is beautiful here suddenly,
  the gray gloom of winter lifted
  momentarily by the sun which basks
  idly in the sky, turning the leaves
  that lie scattered around into
  translucent gems of red and gold
  that flutter in the wind.
  excepting the slight chill in the air,
  it reminds me of a lazy midsummer’s
  eve, of days seemingly endless
  in their beauty and existence.
  even though there branches
  lie bare outside my window,
  there is a gothic charm to them:
  they reach out, black silhouettes
  that weave in fantastic silence, lace
  to veil the sky. i wish i could capture
  this moment of rapturous wonder,
  but no medium can do it justice, even
  these rough words that i lay to prose.
  there can be nothing else besides
  the ineffable, eternal presence of time and space
  coming to bear upon this life of mine and i am glad not to have missed it.

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