The Morning Porch

October 31, 2011 by Dave Bonta

Hoarfrost on every grass blade, branch and twig, as if the world has suddenly aged overnight. A white-throated sparrow’s tremulous song.

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Libby

November 1, 2011 at 11:29 am

Love the image of the world ageing overnight – a see an old man in gauzy gossamer.

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