This pastel morning
the cotton flocks graze across
a pale blue pasture.
Their undershot gray bellies
o’erpowered by golden fleece.
This pastel morning
the cotton flocks graze across
a pale blue pasture.
Their undershot gray bellies
o’erpowered by golden fleece.
Sky so blue it hurts,
crepe myrtles in full riot,
and crows give “Lunch Call”!