Thursday, January 14, 2016

Day 14. Thirty-Day Challenge

The Grace of the Ordinary

A thin veneer of ice edges out to where
a heron balanced stock still last summer.
Cat tails edge the pond      I hold a small twig
and coax a lotus pod toward the shore. When
dry I shall shake it and listen to the seeds'
rattle,      a  Singing Bowl for the winter.


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