Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Winter Lens



Winter lens, lifted
From its tub, uncovers
What we set it out
There for --thirst
In migration, lone
Outdoor foragers
Crawling flat on
Frozen earth, cats--
A tub between birth
And rebirth of seasons,
A good tub for 
All these reasons.
 

2 comments:

  1. Cats...I love that in the middle of this poem, there are cats.

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  2. Tubs are appreciated by all, in their different situations.

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