Picture Poem #113 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Picture Poem #113 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Pictures

breathing virgin air

snow fallen
finely iced corns

shining new
and silently melting around

soft jewels

Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: snow
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