Friday 11 February 2011
Thursday 10 February 2011
Wednesday 9 February 2011
Tuesday 8 February 2011
Thirty-seventh Stone
As dawn lightens
through the bare
branches of the maple
canopy, a band of
pale yellow shades into
a pewter sky streaked
with smoky cirrus and
like some beacon
in the sky, Venus
low in the southwest.
through the bare
branches of the maple
canopy, a band of
pale yellow shades into
a pewter sky streaked
with smoky cirrus and
like some beacon
in the sky, Venus
low in the southwest.
Sunday 6 February 2011
Thirty-sixth Stone
A cold, dry night--
as I turn down
the fleece blanket
my fingertips draw
lightning trails.
as I turn down
the fleece blanket
my fingertips draw
lightning trails.
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one inch of snow.
The maple outside
my window, does not
watch the Weather Channel
and has put out hundreds
of rust coloured buds,
branches reaching
for today's sunlight.