Four Very Small Poems
Today’s post is a small collection of brief poems, none the worse (I hope) for being short.
This untitled piece describes the effect of the clouds one recent night; the sky has been varied and beautiful.
The moon swims upward
Through ripples of dark cloud
That paint trout freckles
Across its golden shimmer.
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