Winter
rain-soaked
olive branches droop,
ground fogs rise
cold midnight
pounding rain–
only ghosts about
Not a leafbud
in a blue oak grove–
shadowless winter noon.
/Michael P. Garofalo/
rain-soaked
olive branches droop,
ground fogs rise
cold midnight
pounding rain–
only ghosts about
Not a leafbud
in a blue oak grove–
shadowless winter noon.
/Michael P. Garofalo/
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