[picture from Google Images--not the scene described] |
Foreground:
a wall of rock
topped with a canopied
woodbox still filled--this April day--
with leaves
and twigs.
Only two logs
cure, one a-lean against
the other outside the cover.
Beyond,
blue blooms
top vinca's green
carpet. The gentle slope
of Ozark hill plateaus enough
to hold
a chair.
So a writer--
in warmer weather--could
move outdoors, breathe in mountain air,
enjoy
early
morning's springy
ambience. Yet here I
sit--inside looking out: forty
degrees!
[PL, written April 5 as a resident at the Writers Colony at Dairy Hollow, Eureka Springs AR]
Wish I had been there, too!
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