Log Cabin Chronicles

evergreen hills rising

STANLEY FEFFERMAN

evergreen hills rising
morning mist, grey
dissolving into sky, grey

barn-swallows flit
aim for inky barn-light
and disappear

on a rock behind the house
buddha sits in plaster bliss
my solitude is mended by your kiss

[EDITOR'S NOTE: Stanley Fefferman writes and make photographs in Toronto.]

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