Tuesday, February 3, 2015


light coming into sky above still black
ridge, song sparrow calling from branch
in foreground, sound of wave in channel

      tonal distinction in this
      version, “blue sky”

      still means that, by such
      has become, becomes

orange edge of sun above shadowed ridge,
cormorants flapping across toward point

1 comment:

  1. Your grace full poem & image greet today/birthday mine/(Weil & Stein)/ honored