Saturday, January 7, 2012

The dry grasses of winter

...filled with passions
in rust, straw and gold
between dusts of snow.

2 comments:

  1. I've been noticing them, too- lovely and stark against the white.

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  2. I love the shortness of your poems. People can go on and on. But it's all there in a breath.

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