The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta February 21, 2014 3

Branches skinned by rabbits, yellow as fresh bones, are starting to emerge from the snowpack. Light rain on my glasses turns my view to blear.

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bill
11 years ago Permalink

Rabbit-skinned everything!
Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)
11 years ago Permalink

Good word, ‘blear’.’.
Signal No. 3
11 years ago Permalink

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