Sunday, January 23, 2011

Small Stones #15

With a blanket around my shoulders
and the warmth of the morning sun on my face,
I sit by the window and watch
a solitary brown sycamore leaf
turn end over end;
bumping across the orchard grass
and skidding over the gravel garden path;
Catching, finally, in the
bare bushes bracing
for the next gust.

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