One edge
hanging over the mountain--
the Milky Way


grey clouds
a flotilla stretched thin
pines sway
rhythms of the northern wind . . .


Alan Summers said...

Kelly, what a wonderful poem!

Kelly Marszycki said...

thanks, Alan. having trouble "shifting gears" from one season to the next -- keep working on it!

Alan Summers said...

You're doing fine! ;-)

all my best,
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