sticking by tom clausen

04 Wednesday Mar 2015

Tags

fences, photography, poetry, snow, tanka, winter

winter sunrise
as I sit on the edge
of my bed I wonder
what thought, if any
will seize me…

the wind
carrying some snow
right through the fence…

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