Monday, August 28, 2006

in wet snow
a woodcock probes for worms
and finds one

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

jt,
you're welcome for the comments,
and if in some way i've helped
that's the olive in the martini!

yesterday's and today's poems
both very good. today's brings
to mind one i did last winter...

blinding snow
how does the red squirrel
know exactly where to look?

be well,
levon

Tuesday, August 29, 2006 8:45:00 AM  

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