I sent this once, but it did not show up in my mail list, so I'll send it again. Apologies if it comes twice!
Waking Up Gray winter sky dark, heavy and silent. Hot black coffee warming my body as I sit with the day. Handful of crow feathers, my token for the raucous voice of truth and magic. Your fiery voice, warming the blue-grey screen with passion, compassion, the pleasure of shared laughter. Poems, a trickle then a growing stream, melt the silence of this winter's day. Joelle Lyons Everett January, 2002 * * ========================================================== [email protected] ------------------------------ To subscribe, unsubscribe, change your options, view the archives of [email protected], Visit: http://listserv.boisestate.edu/archives/oslist.html
