Monday, December 1, 2008

State Park in Kelseyville


Gentle as a dead friend's hand
Resting on my shoulder
This autumn sunshine
Kushadao
Come forth into the light of things,
Let nature be your teacher.
William Wordsworth

1 comment:

graceonline said...

The haiku evokes such images. I have no experience with a dead friend's hand on my shoulder. What grief, what sadness, what relief, perhaps, at suffering's end. What emptiness. Could there be fullness, too, evinced in the reference to autumn?