Nature's Hidden Niche - Poem by RIC BASTASA

the stone has learned the language of the moss
in harmony with the stillness of the clear water of the pond
the grasses and the marshes have marked their boundaries
the fog is a white blanket on the foot of the cold hills
the clouds are watching with awe
this peace and quiet

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 23, 2009

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