07 June 2006
Prosaic Pastoral
Blanched sky enfolds bleached copper spires.
Birds rush past fluttering Aspen trees,
hop over old man in stern morning sun shaking keys.
Leaves twitter, birds screech, the crunch of car tires.
Blanched sky enfolds bleached copper spires.
Birds rush past fluttering Aspen trees,
hop over old man in stern morning sun shaking keys.
Leaves twitter, birds screech, the crunch of car tires.
