My hand surgery is done, but my recovery will take time. But I’m very glad to be resuming some normal activities, including working on poetry.
Our miserable winter weather has continued. But we did have a warm-up for a couple of days. Odd sight, to see dense fog rising from the deep snow. But a beautiful one.
Just before morning
fog rising above the snow
drifts into my dream
what person can see
snowbanks change into fog drifts
and think quick bright thoughts?