Monday Morning

December 12th, 2011 by Magdalena Tabor
Grey sheep
Flock the sky.
Trees, now stripped,
Flex their muscles
Or pose statuesque,
Mired in mystery.
And the pond,
A beveled glass,
Floats a swan,
One to the other.
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