Monday, March 28, 2011

Argenteuil sous la Neige



Clouds behind clouds,
Monet's blue lyricism,
brush strokes
made small canvases seem large . . .

Monet's blue,
I know just the kind of day that was.
near freezing, my feet were wet,
The sun was low, glowing at the horizon, before it set.

I held skates
in my cold left hand.
shoes untied, snow inside them.
Cold, I smelled woodsmoke.

The neighbor's dog was barking.


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