misty morning
the sun shines his eyes thru the holes in the big maple
i can see thru the big maple now,
vision holes, to the other side of the light pink and opaque blue sky
in spring she was lush and green and i couldn't
see thru her
but now she's defining herself
letting the wind and sun shine thru her
and the insects sizzle, pop and crack
their soothing sound so right for this early
summer morning
i hear a faint bird song accross the magical salt
marshes
the pink northern skys rising clouds are building for a predicted day of thunderstorms
thick and enveloping this weather holds me
like a baby in her mothers arms
e
Friday, August 15, 2008
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