day 2856

May 20, 2013

Day 2856
sitting on a bench,
traffic passing, a man mows,
the breeze in my hair

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Day 2836

April 10, 2013
Day 2836
down, past the bare trees,
the muddy river ran fast,
straining ‘gainst the shore

Day 2826

March 26, 2013
Day 2826
Some leaves never fell,
they held on, shaped by the wind;
they’re golden stalwarts

day 1855/day 1854

May 8, 2009

day 1855
reminded again,
that despite what I could say,
I shouldn’t complain

 
day 1854
the novel feeling –
a breeze, be it cool or warm –
the open window