a death in winter
under fresh snow
white flowers bloom anyway—
the days passing
even the Buddha once asked,
what is a natural death?
Labels: Japanese gardens, photography, tanka
posted by Art Durkee at 11:27 AM
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
under fresh snow
white flowers bloom anyway—
the days passing
even the Buddha once asked,
what is a natural death?
About Me
- Name: Art Durkee
- Location: Nomadic, Western and Midwestern, United States
A wandering musician, artist, and writer, traveling across the face of the earth and sharing what is encountered. Has won awards for music composition, visual art, and creative writing.
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- Gratitudes 2007
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- Christmas Eve Day Photographs
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- Stations of the Poet
- Blessed Solstice
- a shaman's critique of pure poetry
- Life-Changing Events & Art
- Photography As Memory 2
- enduring, a day and night pass
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