1
The Christmas Present.
Your book of Japanese poetry
Lay open upon my table.
Winter clouds split by sunlight,
Ice melts from my window.
December 25th.-26th.2012.
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2.
Expected Reconciliation.
A face in the dusty mirror
Briefly glimpsed at sunset.
Your hand brushes my shoulder:
Jasmine blooms in the cold garden.
December 24th.-26th. 2012.
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3.
Late Autumn.
Under pale skies we walk
Collecting crimson apples
To taste the sun.
April 26th. 1969.-December 26th. 2012.
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4.
New Year`s Eve.
Being midnight
The ants crept homeward
Touched the grass
With their little feet
Leaving no prints.
July 1st. 1965.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
July 1965 - December 26th. 2012.
A Happy Peaceful New Year, May all the kindest and best hopes and dreams come true.
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