tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post5492532348521687674..comments2024-03-01T06:20:29.087+00:00Comments on qualia and other wildlife: let it be enough some morningsrosellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00971482422276765335noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-9540455127335331412015-11-10T14:29:19.167+00:002015-11-10T14:29:19.167+00:00Lovely to picture your scene, Miriam. Here there a...Lovely to picture your scene, Miriam. Here there are still fuchsia, violets and fat clover blossoms... xxrosellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00971482422276765335noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5055598777203654547.post-2531343874708810932015-11-10T08:37:24.868+00:002015-11-10T08:37:24.868+00:00I do love your poem, Roselle. It's what makes ...I do love your poem, Roselle. It's what makes life possible, isn't it. Just now, bog-eyed from poor sleep last night, I look through the insect-shit stained velux at a white-pebbled on blue, and the north-east sun lighting our neighbour's honeysuckle: a last flowering before winter sets in. On the south side, our 'golden grove is unleaving', the flowering cherry is shining copper, the grass green as stained glass and yes: 'let each day be a small triumph, let it be<br />two fingers to death.'<br /><br />Thanks for that uplift, <br />Miriam x<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com