I open my door
to the wet world
morning after rain
the temperature now
cooling to autumn
even the near hills
are hidden by cloud
and the trees
in the still air
drip gently
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
From the Clouds
From the clouds piled above the mountains
tendrils of light reach down into crevices,
long white fingers probing.
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