Orange is the Colour of Word
Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. - Carl Sandburg
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Sky Blue
Sky blue as ice
bruise on her hand
summer has fallen
geese on the wind
their wings whoosh
over her bent head
yesterday her uncle passed
harvest in the once full fields
everything turns
Into something else
-Debbie Calverley
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