Poetry By Glen Woods
Monday, June 16, 2008
snow melt runoff
Cold waters gurgle
in the silence of the sun's fading light.
Elm trees offer
their leaves shimmering bright.
Submersed stones quaver
in the rushing white spray.
Roots hide deeply
as anchors in the clay.
16 June 2008 by Glen Alan Woods
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