Saturday, August 17, 2013

On Seeing Cirrus Clouds Over Amon Basin

Feathery clouds fanned out across the sky
Like an Indian Chief’s headdress
A soft steady wind washed down Amon Creek
And whispered through the birch lining its banks
Leaves shimmered silver and green and gold

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