Skies darken and the air fills with moisture. As a friend wrote on his Instagram this week, "Here comes the rainy season."
Yesterday, a blog I read pointed us to a Wendell Berry poem called "How to Be a Poet". These are the last two lines.
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
which is definitely what I aspire to.
Wind ruffles the grass
As for Basho and Li Bai
And poets to come
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