Saturday, March 12, 2016

A COLD SPRING MORNING...



Saturday! 28 degrees...


My outside morning world's a big, cold birthday cake, 

   iced white on roofs 
   and on the ground   
   and in the icy mist I'm breathing... 

The sky is clear; 

   the air is still; 
   the birds have stayed in bed...

Why did Big Dog Mick and I not do the same?


                             

                           --Rose Moore, 3-12-2016