Tuesday, September 21, 2010

A feather at sundown

As one chapter closes,
a set of images linger...
linger like rain over mint leaves.

Clouds take their own time
for changing orientations,
ripples on a lake
distort their faces.

A rainbow hangs on the edge of a cliff,
one blue heron crosses me
on its way home.

Near the night’s shore
a careless breeze
plays with grass-tips.

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