Wednesday, January 07, 2015

Chilly Night

Shadowless dusk
growing colder–
squealing teakettle.

From dark trees
an owl's hoot–
chilly night.   


Darkness and trees dividing the great sky
the roaring winds scour the valley floor
The evening is cold, and beyond the drizzling rain
through twisting clouds, a moon immaculate.



sunlight breaks
cold silence–
a meadowlark trills












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