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Wednesday, February 06, 2008
Winter Morning
A mockingbird
flashes into
the iced fractals
of dogwood,
clings, alert,
flashes away.
The dogwood
quivers within
its glass armor,
waits.
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Beautiful imagery!
February 10, 2008 at 6:04 AM
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Beautiful imagery!
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