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.
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08 November 2006
Snapshot Poem 08 November 02006
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what a great little poem!
Posted by: ren.kat | 09 November 2006 at 02:24 AM
Yes! I am glad it is a new day!
Posted by: endment | 09 November 2006 at 05:50 AM
I like the "net of light and shadow": a lovely poem.
Congratulations on your progress on NaNoWriMo - keep going, 50,000 is within your reach!
Posted by: Catherine | 10 November 2006 at 12:45 AM
What a tranquil poem! I think a new future is on the horizon, and we are nearing it.
Posted by: M. Shahin | 12 November 2006 at 01:25 AM