Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Not Sure When I Wrote These

Cormorant perched on
twisted metal preens its black
feathers in the sun.

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Morning fog obscures
outlines of trees until sun’s
bright light penetrates.

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Blue waters rise and
fall with white foam as cranes fly
across graying skies.


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The sound of blue waves,
the sight of free cranes in the
sky – these soothe my heart.