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Saturday, October 20, 2012

Close to the Mother





 
Saturday morning
Leaves are sparkling in the sun;
Brightness after rain.

Tall plant on the porch
Turns towards the kitchen window.
What about the sun?


On the top of leaves--
Water in the morning sun;
Will leave in seconds.


Silver Pampas wisps
Are now dry reddish brown husks.
Transit Gloria!


A liquid drum roll--
Stream pours over the driveway,
Heading for its bed.


Watery music
Flows down the rocky hillside;
Trills along the road.


Nestled in tree's crotch
Cluster of new born mushrooms
Close to the mother.


Irrevocable--
Moss creeps along the old roof,
Giving soft shingles.

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