is it too
late and too unfinished
to be the fractured ice
story of a season
passed in name
and yet entirely present
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
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4 comments:
Your thoughts
their formation;
the mystery to which I think we'd all love to play Macguyver.
Wild patterns!
This is perfect. We had a very light freeze here in DC last night, the last of the season I think. It feels like a blessing here since we didn't have winter. Perhaps the green world does not agree!
We have had balmy warm summer days which have tricked us into believing that spring is here. Today we have snow on the hills! "Never cast a clout till May be out".
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