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Sunday, December 13, 2009

Gray

Winter's withered hand
dabs at gray palette, painting
sky and ground, alike

4 comments:

human being said...

.

and when he feels
spring's hand
on his shoulder
his brush
trembles...

.

RNSANE said...

but spring is still a long way off!

human being said...

.

he knows
the kiss is so far off
to shorten the distance
he saves a little green
and a patch of yellow
in
the
gray...

.

Francis Scudellari said...

@hb Thanks so much for extending the poem by introducing spring to it. I like the idea of saving a little patch of green and yellow.