feast of the russian buttons poem

found it at last from an old email (thanks, rubs!)

got to say, it feels really magical that i see this poem in my own handwriting..

this was what i wrote 13 years ago on feb.13, which was later came to be known as

"the feast of the russian button"..

which has truly become a beautiful,and well-lived dem tradition..

thirteen february

of the year that is –

when we wrapped

ourselves in cotton night

in the eve of that day

of days,

this cloud above mine

head, this grin upon my face

say not that thought

was more than russian buttons

and egg asters

bathing in the winged

seraph’s breath so sweet –

my friend, ‘twas more,

much more than that

sunshine bursting all over

the end of the rain’s song

‘twas freedom in divine light

and youth at its peak

‘twas those flowers in the night

that made love so free

 

k

feb. 13, 1995

for the annual Russian buttons feast -

to you all a toast --

may we never forget our youth..

may we never run out of flowers to give..

may we always find our path to love..