Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Mist in Morning



Mist down Blue Ridge.
Mist a myth.
No?
It speaks
in whispers on week-day morns.


Lept-year into
new March
as fresh bright greens giggle
at early
bud.


Barn owl settles for calm
after winter
in winded
hollows.
Ever heard his cry?
Jump.

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