Sun
rises
and slowly
illuminates
the snow-covered trees
lurking on the hillsides
until a lance of purple
and gold reaches out to just touch
the frosted edge of my window frame.
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Lovely reverse nonet--is that what you call this form?
Posted by: Bob Gehrenbeck | 2017.12.28 at 21:11