May 9, 2014 10:50 pm
Standing upwind of the slow squall of twilight – a splash of light over amber dust and prairie grass. Below, where water swirls like mercury the dogs reel in surf, two children on a country Sunday. But the moon stalks the day, hunting for stray light that may keep the sun at bay. And downwind from the squall, the dogs lift their noses into the air as we stand in the forging dark.Posted by Ronald E. Shields
Categories: poems
Tags: Minnesota poems
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You have become a must-read blog for me Ron. I am really enjoying your work!
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By Poet Laundry on May 10, 2014 at 9:42 pm
Thank you Jennifer. I have to say that’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said about my writing…thank you.
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By Ronald E. Shields on May 10, 2014 at 9:52 pm
*Yours has become…
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By Poet Laundry on May 10, 2014 at 9:45 pm