Picture Poem #122 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Picture Poem #122 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Summer’s fingers
sage brushing field

where blue's prompting
from rain
and winter's end

bundled ways
grounding hills

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