a field of
snowdrops—
this whole ocean of snow-white
will soon disappear…
unseen things are eternal:
but how can I show my heart?
Lenten devotion:
pilgrims going up the hill
in total silence:
not even the chirping birds
greet each other with a song…
Catholic village:
mistaking the priests'
vestments
for a pasqueflower
butterflies just never leave
the wayside cemetery…
