This entry is part 53 of 73 in the series Morning Porch Poems: Winter 2011-12


after Rumi

If the fruit’s russet-red in the tree

If the birds make tedium into song

If the mob of crows is an ode

If the longed-for reveals itself as it does

If the ephemeral flowers out of sorrow

If tomorrow points its chisel at the world

If all that is ours is beloved, today.


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