Small Stones from the Similkameen
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
It happened one night
I wake, and
Willow, laden with snowfur and diamonds,
rests her elegant elbows
on the porch railing
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Barb
January 31, 2013 at 2:56 PM
Wonderful, Hildred - I'm glad she was resting with the mantle of snow about her.
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Wonderful, Hildred - I'm glad she was resting with the mantle of snow about her.
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