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Too frigid today to thaw
Frosted aspens look like dark fog floating
Among white wrapped evergreens
Evening sunlight illuminates rosy ridges
And bounces warm glow to clearing clouds
Canyon shadows throb thalo blue
I try to recognize the impossible sound
Of a brook rushing over stones
Liquid tide becomes many hooves
Flowing on frozen snowfield
Antlers bump and jostle
Not Autumn ferocious
But a soft rhythmic peaceful clicking
As the bulls feed together
Gently gliding shoulder to shoulder
In the protection and warmth of the herd
A slow flood of warm sienna
Conquers winter
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Lynn Thomas
Muddy Creek
1/9/97
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2 comments:
yep you can tell it like I remember. I am s-s-o-o-o-o homesick, but thanking you for it. love nanny, don't feel sorry for me Kenny is here with me for a week YAHOO_OO_O
Your poetry, as usual, is a gorgeous painting of your life. I hadn't heard this one Lynn. I hope you don't mind I took a copy of it to add to my collection of your work. I like to sit and read your poetry when I need a walk in God's country.
This morning I woke to a Currier and Ives scene. Snowing flakes so big that the neighbor's places looked soft and distant like they were right out of those old paintings.
Your photo today is beautiful. I hope this finds you continuing to do better each day.
Love, Judy
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