Saturday, May 06, 2006


The river birches overhang the stream,
whiteworking shade and light to lace
that rides the water's surface, swirled,
shadowed, sparked. Below, in dusk,
the current undermines bank and root.


Blogger Julie Carter said...

Good picture, H.

How are the poems coming, easy or hard?

6:33 PM  
Blogger Hedgie said...

With some effort at the moment. April has taken its toll, I'm thinking.

6:46 PM  

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