the reflection of green sun
on a ginger jar of breakfast tea
pokes the frozen eye
but does not raise the blind.
a clawless newt
with clownish spots
struggles forty feet
to the bleak summit
of a leafless tree.
the tools of recreation
are safely shelved
where the wood has not blistered
in a winter lacking laughter.
in the spring,
death will be reborn.
Monday, December 29, 2008
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I am seeing this as a different way of looking at things and I am liking your words.'winter lacking laughter' and 'in the spring death will be reborn' Very true, you.
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