Monday, March 1, 2010
morning-possum blues
old possum, one last trip
behind the woodpile
before her long trek home
beside the lawn
den of leaves and mold
damp fur smell
more hot coffee in the dark
father gone mother
dreaming all is well
spring rain falls
one drop one drop
at a time
(first publication)
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4 comments:
it's wonderfull William this one!
You make me dreaming with your words and the atmosphere that you describe,
atmosphere that few see!
Thank you, Laura. Hearing that, these old blues flew right out the window.
A very good poem. Makes me want to be at a place in the woods again, to slow down.
Thanks, Anthony. I know what you mean. I could use a little woods-time myself.
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