Gray, White, Green, Mauve, and Ochre: In subdued November lateness With threatening restless Stir of Wintry Air, The Afternoon cowers Awaiting Snow; And dozing in-and- Out of Poetry, I await the Flotsam, Gathering up more Driftwood for the fire.
11/29/2003
Posted on 11/30/2003Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
a lovely magnified moment. i wish i was there to see it