naming each second
time slides forward a serpent
leaving a dry mark
winter departing
perhaps a blow in reserve
clear is the sunlight
never forgetting
message changing with the day
ordinary things
spinning into place
spring promises a new hope
but the wheel trundles
magical moment
the evening comes with no fuss
relaxing our minds
04 March 2007
the shifting light
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