MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh


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iceland cloudless night hike

high past silver-wet boulders

to towering falls spray

mist dispersing lunar light

into softest crimson, faded

red-gold, near-hidden

gentle yellow suffusing

into indigo, mauve and

baby-cheek pink

not so much aglow as

in this near dark



mjNordgren  N  8/24/17


Author: mjnordgren

I am creating a series of novels set in rural southwest Missouri in 1940

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