Like a wheel Of one of many covered Wagons which Once lined this old town’s streets Before bricks paved them Before substantial buildings Took up residence and Stores opened Along them Snowfake Heralding Christmas Snowflake Never falling, never melting Snowflake Sparkling blue at night Blue starburst Snowflake Above a dusty Kansas street Holding up the […]
The clouds drift by In the hot clear sky A shade of pale white blue. Reflected in a potter’s jar Who brought his clay from the river far Away and stained it fire red. The jar, a fountain bubbling cool, Breaks the potter’s holding rule Instead spouts drink for roses pink.
Rippled reflection Rocky projection Sunlit confection Watery perfection