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WINTER INDIGOS What is indigo? The darkness, slowly giving way to pre-dawn pallor, still holding on to its dream of blue sleep. The clock ticking on the nightstand and the taste of wisteria; the Pacific, out beyond the horizon and the velvet case of the new moon, like a small memory wrapped in twilight. A wisp of blue smoke, velvet berries under their bitter fur of frost, wolves cradled in amethyst snow. In the smoky citrus the year makes a fist. When watercolor roads swim out of focus, seasons fly in through the windows. © copyright 2003 Anne Wilson. No part of this website, pages 1, 2 & 3 may not be copied or used without permission from Anne Wilson. |
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Rattle, Poetry for the 21st Century | |||||||||||||||
Waterways, Poetry in the Mainstream | |||||||||||||||
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