rust

beneath cold glass sky ~
earth’s green blood changes to rust ~
winter’s birth whispers

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6 Responses to “rust”

  1. lazfreedman Says:

    So Beautiful… 🙂
    Thank you, Margaret
    Peace,
    Laz

  2. Rose Brennan Says:

    Very real…very beautiful!
    Thank you,
    Rose

    • Margaret Says:

      Thanks Rose. It’s so nice that you stop by and read my poems. And it’s especially nice since I got to meet you in person! Looking forward to seeing you again. Maybe at Level 2 in January?

  3. fivereflections Says:

    Margaret, your descriptive visions of winter’s birth fill my thoughts of cold winter days, but as Southern Maine hides beneath dark rain clouds, it is ignoring winter’s whispers, and hanging on to the GREEN grass…

    thanks for sharing and please let me know when you see snowflakes falling outside your window!

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