Thursday, March 3, 2011

Small Stone for March 3rd

Metallic clouds steal the morning's sapphire sky.
Fog blows damp and cold.
A rusty-red finch hops among the eaves.
His small dark eyes alert.
I pull the soft ivory afghan to my neck
and wait for the sun to return.
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  1. Lori SkoogMarch 3, 2011 at 12:37 PM

    Beautiful. NOw I know what you are doing. I'm making bread, but cheating. One of my students brought me a brand new bread maker...we shall see. I'm starting with French bread.

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