Morning til’ noon
The feathered snow Blows horizontally A goose down feather bed is Being shaken on the porch The dance of the winter fairies Hardly remarkable But still so beautiful A Powdered sugar dusting My outward gaze Interrupted … Continued
Does the Sun Know?
Does the sun know that after the rain The gray-black shroud over head – Drifts slowly on its way? Does the sun know? Does the sun know that after a rain, Stage lights appear hiding my shadows and my … Continued