Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Hopes for Spring

The tailor made a brace of bones.
In it he placed a child's toy.

A lark rose from the briar, alive with bright voice.
The wind left its mark on the vine.

Over the hill clouds made brief statues.
Small crosses of shadow plowed the grass.

Among the trees, a few in bud, brightness.
Snowdrop and early crocus, wedded.

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2 Comments:

Anonymous Matt said...

I like this very much. Thank you.

1:56 AM  
Blogger Art Durkee said...

Thanks very much in return, Matt.

8:42 AM  

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