Category: From Li Po

• 11/20

  Earth grieves each November, again finds itself wailing in sorrow, refusing to get out of bed. For its own tears and distresses, the world collapses into itself, spends the month grinding through cold damp, discordant winds, while its resistance slips away into the long lonely meditation that always follows death. ———- From Li Po, “Listening…

  Jenifer

  November 20, 2016

  Bite-sized sampler, Death, From Li Po, Grief, Meditation, Muse, Nature, Seasons

  poetry