Periodical Reflections
…Pad bouyant still,
But slope uptipped,
Clinging crystal tears,
Purer now, reflect the sun.
Melting, healing, soothing brilliance
There is no more clinging.
The spell is broken.
Running deep in lotus veins,
T…
มีนาคม ๒๕๓๒ Periodical Reflections Autumnal morn, The vague Scotch mist, That swathed the Temple's dyke, Driven out by day's first warmth. Poised still, Mirror still again, unbroken surface, Firm amid