Wednesday, March 14, 2007


As stanchions storm a snowy hill
their steely limbs are stiff, but still
display a certain kind of stoic grace.
Conducting their dramatic drill
in radiance that seems to spill
from Venus’ alluring star struck face
just reinforces something we all know—
for passion there’s no peace we won’t forego.


Systematic Weasel said...

Excellent post!


Jingle said...

vivid image,
very powerfully done!

Jingle said...

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