December Can Feel Like April Here
Today the isobars are far apart.
Flags hang limp and listless.
Condensation glazes grass and windshields.
A tracery of snail paths ornaments the sidewalk.
Peace breaks out across the roof-topped prairie
as the early fog yields to sun and blue.
Flags hang limp and listless.
Condensation glazes grass and windshields.
A tracery of snail paths ornaments the sidewalk.
Peace breaks out across the roof-topped prairie
as the early fog yields to sun and blue.
You captured the image, Gary...skillfully. *
A meteorological documentary in six lines. I see and feel it. *
yes.
More meditative than many of your poems. Peaceful.Beautiful, too.
Haiku-like. Very sensual.
Observant, concise, comprehensive. *
Excellent phrasings -
"Peace breaks out across the roof-topped prairie"
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Foster, mathew, James,Carol, Gloria, J. Mykell, and Sam-
thanks you for your generosity. It means a great deal to me.
I know how that goes... You can read this straight to metaphor but I’d rather not.
I can feel that air*
A lot of pleasure in this.
"A tracery of snail paths ornaments..." lovely images throughout.*
Thank you, Steve, Jane, JH, and Gary. I appreciate your good attention.
A spare, but rich meditation on a moment. It drops me right into a time and place. *
Thank you, Michael.
I like the way "peace breaks out" in such an exquisite setting. *
Thank you, Quirina.
It feels like a memory.
Thanks, Sally.