It’s summer in Australia. Here’s a bit of our favourite Roo Borson to cheer you up under the snowdrifts:
The willows are thinking again about thickness,
slowness, lizard skin on hot rock,
and day by day this imagining transforms them
into what we see: dragons in leaf, draped scales
alongside the river of harried, spring-stirred silt.
From Summer Grass, in Short Journey Upriver Toward Oishida, 2004)