Monday, January 31, 2005

Winter Art

The last day of the month. As usual, we'll end the month with a poem.
Winter Art

White is the presence of all colors,
so the sky dropped an entire palette last night:
a foot of crystalline paint flecks
that create bright reflections
in the morning sunshine,
preserved by cold air,
a wide expansive gallery
bringing vivid art to our minds eye.

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