November 2022
Douglas Brown
dwbrown49@gmail.com
Bio Note: When I travel west to visit our son I am always impressed by the land and the sky and dry air...so different from the usual eastern woodland home where we put down roots and find a humid joy hidden in this unsettled world.

LiPo: Morning

Above the pines geese fly
Navigating the middle river.
Clouds mix in a blue bowl.

Two meditate. One rises,
Walking with an arthritic limp.
The hill continues silent.

Whispers the wind to a pine,
Ha! The old man aches,
A storm brews near.
©2022 Douglas Brown
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