Wednesday, August 24, 2016
Gem
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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