Monthly Archives: September 2011

Morning Chores

Between the small Maple and the roses this spider with her strong brown legs her sticky juices tends her weaving at my gate. -wrensong Advertisements

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These Perfect Flowers

The one who leaves turns all his thoughts toward the journey. . . the one who remains. . . only quiet rooms the counted days these perfect flowers. -wrensong

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Rain at Sunrise

Mottled feathers dim shadows on wet stones :: feeding dreams and poems   -wrensong

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All my poems, birds and weather. . .

Summer shedding her dry scales sighing her hot moist breath lies down over the yard :: the little birds so thirsty. -wrensong

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