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Saturday, December 1, 2018

Poem for a December Morning

A beautiful morning on December 1st.  The sun rose in the east much as expected.  Diadems of frost shimmered atop the spare stalks of winter grass. Was it a slug on its last prison walk that had drawn the dazzling paisley pattern on the sidewalk before me?  A troop of turkeys gathered and dispersed as I advanced. And for no good reason I thought about William Carlos Williams and composed this little poem.

The news that may be found in poems only
Faintly resembles the silence broadcast daily
By the blade of grass and ear of corn
So you may peruse some verse 
If you wish to be informed
By second hand whispers 
But only wordless in the presence
Of nature can you hope 
To be truly transformed

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