Picture Poem #56 (From, This Is My Wasteland) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Picture Poem #56 (From, This Is My Wasteland)



Wind in old branches
momentarily drifts

to swallow
echo calls from crows

dulled by the fog
and river sound

Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: branches,fog,river,wind
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