Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Karle Wilson Baker

(by Karle Wilson Baker)

Some days my thoughts are just cocoons- all cold, and dull and blind,
They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind;
And other days they drift and shine - such free and flying things!
I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.

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