Wednesday, August 24, 2016


If morning is, then ours is opal

All misty firmament and heart of fire

And trees the secret of the Orient within.

But whatever is up in the garden driving the dog nuts and making him bark.

Stopping my work and getting me out there, dog as excuse, and camera in hand

Be still.....

Go away wild thing, whatever you are, I need to write.

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