Mid-June
And Window's Vision
Is bound in Frost:
Thin Rime
Sealing in Cold,
Blurring out Sight.

I shiver
As the Sun rises,
Shake and wriggle,
Warm myself;
Watching tin Eaves weep
Tears of Summer Joy.

06/17/2004

Author's Note: On Henry's Fork

Posted on 08/17/2004
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