Maxfield Parrish
December, the
water moves behind
barns, darkly under
snow dunes in
ten thousand hills
pulling moon light
around the
pine trees, a
sound to sleep
and love by
like bells
running thru the
children’s sleep
when they dream
of blue sleighs
by Lyn Lifshin
*Lyn's website:
http://www.lynlifshin.com/books.htm
September 22, 2009
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