Saturday, October 27, 2007

Jeweled kerchiefs, spider spun
Glisten damp
After rain the night before.

Fog shrouds morning light
Trickles below glass sing above
Faint fall breath cools my chest
While my back is warm

A folded winged shape
Perched above the water
Spreading flap: The heron goes

All is one

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