New Year Poem

posted in: Life, Poetry | 0

late afternoon echo

tea leaves

afloat in hot water

china cups

a slate-topped table

on worn-down ground

white feather

like a word murmured

slowly lonely


onto the gray slate

no more daylight

rolling over the green mountain

Frosted Oregano Flower (barefoot photos)

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