Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Spring before

It's perfect!
is a consistent thought.

Grey over white
bluster
above

an empty stream
flowing downhill
and the loud
hush
of the wind
through solid trees
with no answers
and too many questions

my own cliches haunt me

I find a sparse balance
and slow
and calm 
is how I do it
relax and...
I get across
to bear
a cross to bear
across too bear

Mountain wind 
like a river
mountain river 
like the wind
grey, cold
wet
buds are slow.

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