Sunday, March 4, 2012

On Powell Butte

stillness hangs
in the midst of wood
chalky breath
anointing the daily
search for Godot

green meets green
a meditation of leaves
fills my glance
between suburban walls
the birds sing the blues

2 comments:

  1. Oh,lylic and graceful poem ! A comfortable air pervades all around.

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  2. Oh, Kyoka,

    What a joy to hear from you. Your words are so uplifting. Thank you.

    ~Kay

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