Morning rain
by my window pane
December walks
the middle of the month runs on cat's feet
over the river
to grandmother's house
the rain makes havoc with the wind
the sweet roots of geraniums sing
at last the water needed
to cleanse the world.
Anita S. Holzberg
Friday, 16 December 2011
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