Thursday, June 9, 2011
Usually Wednesday's are my story/poem days, but since I neglected blogging yesterday, I'll share a poem today.
pale light streams through glassy pane
the birds sing to their eggs
coyotes mourn the ending darkness.
pinks, reds, oranges fill the sky
the mountains stand black against such color
green lawns drip with dew.
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