Poetry from a Time Forgotten : Patterns

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Patterns

In the vagueness of mist coming off rivers of dew, a quail lifts into summer silence. A dusty moth throws off the savage droops of hardy weeds and lifts into circles of scattered rays. I sip the morning cream, journal tucked under pen and awareness; capturing details in my secret net. The flight,... Sign in to see full entry.

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