Picture Poem #195 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Picture Poem #195 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Wind-blown garden bed
of fluttering dreams

shades and sight
from day's dawning time

to the falling night
in autumn shadows

Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,wind
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