Sunday, March 17, 2013

holdout

 this is the way
the silk fell 
and this script
could be read
many ways
like a poem can
 not so much these large ones
who move through winter
with magesty
 who know the signs of springing
the redwings, the starlings, the cardinals, the chickadees
and all are singing
their spring songs
 color paints the sky,
then white outs 
this one with thunder
 i'm moving through 
this time
and soon i'll have some news up here
but not just yet.
sunday morning breakfast:
pancakes with brand new maple syrup!

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