Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Poem: Fresh Wind

Fresh Wind

The storm has passed.
The air has cleared,
and your eye scans the path ahead,
fresh and clean,
hopeful and bright.

It is not that love is in the air,
but something that,
without the dark clouds,
lightening and deafening thunder,
can finally be seen.


The Picture is of the D&H Trail along an abandoned train track bed, near Rupert, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.


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