Old age is/a flight of small birds/skimming bare trees/above a snow glaze./Gaining and failing/they are buffeted/by a dark wind –/But what?/On harsh weedstalks/the flock has rested,/ the snow
is covered with broken
seedhusks/
and the wind tempered/
by a shrill/
piping of plenty./ "To Awaken an Old Lady" by William Carlos Williams
April!
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Day Five
The prompt is Opening Day, if not baseball, any sport. If not a sport, the first day of summer, perhaps, or a new adventure.
she is beautiful she squeezes her eyes and yawns ah, she's clever too
lovely and understated. Very sweetly done, Ms. M.
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