Tuesday, March 01, 2016


 
This Place

This place I can stop for awhile 
watching 
bluebirds' visits
during winter's barrenness; 
storms roll in, 
and through;
pastures green 
from spring's storms 
that 
otherwise 
threaten life; 
another day's sun 
sets 
in the west.




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