2651 Midnight: Valentine’s Smell of clipped rose stems rises As my scissors close Advertisements Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2650 Trees shift in the dark Orion shooting the moon As it heads for them Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2648 Traffic starts to thin Fog so thick it looks like rain Falling in headlights Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2646 Stratocumulus Clouds pass, a flock of black birds Flying against them Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2645 A dead robin lies Spread-eagle on cold asphalt Too recent to rot Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2644 Small red shopping cart Rolls toward a crescent moon Nearly lost in trees Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
2640 Dawn, our street quiet My old friend the woodpecker Knocks for his breakfast Share:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Standard
