Autumn morning. Sun and cloud
cast a net of light and shadow
across the mountain; a shifting
pattern: background, foreground.On the other side of the river,
a heron watches from a leafless
cottonwood. White ice floats
on the surface of the water.Politics, war, corruption, pull
me out my self. I give the birds
stale cinnamon bread. I’m glad
it’s a new day.
Snapshot Poem 08 November 02006
4 responses to “Snapshot Poem 08 November 02006”
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what a great little poem!
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Yes! I am glad it is a new day!
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I like the “net of light and shadow”: a lovely poem.
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What a tranquil poem! I think a new future is on the horizon, and we are nearing it.
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