25 Saturday Feb 2017
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maze of brown
at the center, trees
empty of leaves,
row after row stretching
to scattered hazel
edging the lake,
its soft fog settled,
tissue-papers,
still, grey, jade mist,
dull pearl, kingdom come
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I love that image of tissue-papers, the softer colors, softening mood of the second stanza in contrast with the hard, leafless trees and brown of the first.
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Thank you.
Been in a little different place lately. Hope to catch up soon. Hope you are well!
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Yes. In a curl-up place myself, at the moment. But well. 🙂
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