Thursday, March 31, 2011

To Walking

Once again my feet find focus
Rejoice for the cold!
The tips of trees intent on trying
Throw down their first attempts
At the writers feet
Circling shadows on a sunless day.

Rejoice for the drizzle, the cold!
The foolish trees,
the trees are trying
to write our way home.


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