Simple Imagery

A Poem by Amber Doll

The nebulous crow circles the showery hayfield,

An arachnid spins her final gossamer in a scarlet barn.

The maroon adobe bricks rest in the breeze, all congealed-

My wheat field is hair of the gods, the ocher golden yarn.

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Added on December 6, 2010
Last Updated on December 6, 2010

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