Treasure Island

Peter S. Quinn


Picture Poem #62 (From, This is my Wasteland)


Glistening colors
made of straining water

clouds above
the quills

powerful winter
in soft snow
on whirling white hills

Submitted: Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Edited: Thursday, March 03, 2011

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