A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Desolation
Noon comes by day or not at all
stars keeping faith in ice and thaw
But clouds pull wool over earthly eyes
and all we can see is cappèd skies.
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