Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Field Notes

Underneath the snow,
ice packed, endless waiting
of brush, scrub, grasses, seed.
It's not always that friendly
this planet with its hard moods.

1 comment:

  1. I love this, Lorna. It's nice to remember that all of that furled up frozen stuff will spring to life again in a few months!

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