February 23rd, 2010

abstract butterfly

a blue jay in the nearby tree

"I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over.
And what did I see I had not seen before?
Only a question less or a question more;
Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying".--Edna St. Vincent Millay

The promised snow did not arrive. The anticipated letter did not come. The spare moment to mail the package failed to materialize. The extra hour of sleep spent itself in wakefulness. The expected package failed to arrive as expected. The list of things to do lengthened. The cup nonetheless seems much more than half-full, and perhaps remains overflowing.