When it is Spring in Montana,
everything moves toward light.
Pale after the long winter,
even in the zendo,
no one can face the wall.
Cushions turn towards the window.
Pulled by the gravity of light,
mountain crocuses raise their petals to the sun.
Tom Elliott, Grass Range, Montana
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When it is Spring in Montana,
everything moves toward light.
Pale after the long winter,
even in the zendo,
no one can face the wall.
Cushions turn towards the window.
Pulled by the gravity of light,
mountain crocuses raise their petals to the sun.
Tom Elliott, Grass Range, Montana
