Chris and Rollo

Chris and Rollo

Saturday, April 17, 2010


In the sweet cool darkness, the moon
So low over the eastern wood,
A dog barks, a small snap in the
Gentle silence of winter dream scape.

Late geese aloft, invisible, their flight
By Doppler effect quickly ascertained as
Southbound, to the wetter flats
Below, their gaggling gone to airy nothing.

© Celeste Plowden 2010

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