Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
A Bit of Thanks
Thanks for a little more light and bold red blooms, for kind voices and undeniable love.
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