Untitled by William Reger

It is pleasant
to drive in
spring light
so pure
it is not seen but
heard.

The shadows of
still naked
trees
are like flute
music:
frivolous,
momentary,
passing.

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One thought on “Untitled by William Reger”

  1. Evocative. Zen like. Sense of mystery revealing the self’s apprehension
    of the momentary, the complete. The hauntedness of Nature’s yearning to be perceived, welcomed, and recognized by the human . . . its truly nearest correlative.

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