and againA Poem by Michael Oliverbeen waiting for this morning when the tree in the garden does this Last night’s white mist Hangs
as hoar frost My tree weeping Those final leaves © 2019 Michael Oliver |
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1 Review Added on November 19, 2019 Last Updated on November 19, 2019 AuthorMichael OliverAboutI like capturing the world in various mediums for a long time I was a painter, but more recently I realize the same imperative can be used to direct words as well as brushes. more..Writing
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