Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Beware, jenny and another red.

1. The sunrise is the crimson of a caution.

2. A wren holds up its stubby tail.

3. The sun shines russet brown through the wing tips of a bird flying out of our path.

Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drink...