a morning fog
the river at rest
under the bridge.
Poem Category: Spring
Poem 2456
stepping stones
reaching out across the creek
my eldest daughter.
Poem 2457
Circling me
in the sunshine kitchen
a painted-lady moth.
a morning fog
the river at rest
under the bridge.
stepping stones
reaching out across the creek
my eldest daughter.
Circling me
in the sunshine kitchen
a painted-lady moth.
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