Friday, February 02, 2007
Groundhog Day
high winds thickly
frosting the windows,
ice under my fingernails,
scraping for a peek
outside, snowdrifts
with tires in them
churning cold steam,
scratch of silver shovels -
they do not glint.
i emerged from my hole,
finally, at seven a.m.,
at no time did I see
my shadow.
(1976)
Shadow,
let the
flowers
sleep.
(2007)
# posted by Bob : 7:00 AM
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
