Scott Mcdonald


Winter - Poem by Scott Mcdonald

I stand in speckled light
The shade is uncompromising this time of year
I hear children laughing and playing
Their voices become cheerful echoes in the
outer perimeter of my mind

The eye in my mind displays the approaching cold
and I zip my jacket
Rub my hands
I am like a lizard entombed by cold
A sloth who is moving ever slowly
Into hard fortunes
An English Plane tree dropping a cloak of leaves
onto lichen laced statues as frozen as I

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  • (5/19/2005 4:04:00 AM)


    WHAT IS A ENGLISH PLANE TREE, DO YOU MAKE MODEL PLANES OUT OF THEM

    LARRY REDCOAT
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 19, 2005



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