About Me
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- Water gathering most days I wait through blue and sun till dusk or even later and the rose has faded to lavender, to gray some days, the sleet has started and the leaves underfoot are slick with ice somehow I'm never sorry and never learn one night I waited till the stars were out dropped the bucket into sound, only felt the weight of it filling and the night full of stars and the river full of stars and the bucket full of stars come morning, the coffee is also full of stars
1 comment:
hello we live in Fairbanks alaska and we have some great ice scuptures here as well. you have a very interesting blog and we really enjoyed looking at it your poems a awsome ard also does some poems in our blog. looking forward to seeing more of you things.
Lexie and Richard
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