This is what I mean when I say the river's running jade. . . .
jjl
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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
2 comments:
And indeed it is jade.
Lovely way to describe it. Indeed poetic from one who should know.
Several different grades of jade, too. The trip to town that day was amazing: ALL the rivers were running that same grade of jade. Just beautiful!!
♥
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