From The Hollow
A woman learning to live in the hollow; with somewhat hilarious results.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Into The Night 2012
It’s dark out now, and cold.
Sparkly
Snow dust
Reflects.
Bellowing wind
Lifts corner porch tin
With thunderous sound effects.
Warm breath’s vapors
Float in to the night
Only to disappear
Without a sound.
…and as the owls call,
The bobcat cries.
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