Piedmont: by Bonnie McClellan

Nude summer feet

on sheepish boulders falling,

……….through peasant ices’ glacial tread

floe following light, tripping

roll, down running fleet

……….biting toes with

………………..ever-glancing snows

………………………..green-moistened lisp.

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~ by bonniemcclellan on October 30, 2014.

One Response to “Piedmont: by Bonnie McClellan”

  1. That looks like a fabulous swimming hole, Bonnie. Your poem captures the atmosphere and allure of it beautifully.

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