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Friday, April 16, 2010

Slicing the Gloom




Through the thick rain clouds
Burst of illumination;
Darkness closes in.









The road seems empty;
Even the cow looks away.
Bird sits on a wire.











Mabel seems droopy;
She sits still and doesn't bark.
Must be the weather.









By the moist stream bank
Bright yellow flowers emerge
Slicing the gloom.









Roadside ivy glows;
Green weeds light up the forest;
Patches of clover.


The green seems greener,
Under gray overcast skies;
A few drops of rain.

A pregnant cluster
Of tiny flower blossoms
About to be born.









Slight cracks in the clouds
Let slivers of sunshine through.
They will grow larger.


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