I have another blog of miscellaneous essays and poetry.
I started this one to specifically share the unanticipated poetry
that comes to me during acupuncture.
Haikus come easy
In the contemplative zone
Under the Needles
Muse
Thursday, 4 May 2017
Clouds
The sky is dull white the clouds are blue-grey; the colours backwards.
I see no shining rays but the sun filters through.
Hopefully the spring will find the rays and reset the colors again.
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