”… haiku: single images through which the resonance of something much larger sounds.” Jan Zwicky, The Experience of Meaning, 67.
Waiting for snow, I
think of my desert birthplace,
poppy week in March.
O the years between.
Now on the East Coast, it’s snow
and a white Christmas.
Rain, elemental
companion (Boland), rain
makes it all happen.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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