Poem Written in January

Poem Written in January

I gather the sun
from out of the blinds
I gather the sun in my hands
weaving the strands of light on the floor
sunbeams like cobwebs of lion and lemon
forsythia pale on the snow

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Eric Maroney January 4, 2011

Very good. Has an Asian feel to it. As if I am walking through a shinto shrine in the snow.

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