Welcome to Four Lines! I have a goal I would like to write at least four lines of poetry or a haiku every day for the rest of my life. I'm excited about this challenge! Also, along with my daily poem, I will be reading at least four lines of another author's poetry. I'll try to include that here also. So I'm thinking - how difficult can it be to read and then write one poem a day? We will see! - Claudia

All poems on this blog, unless noted, are written by Claudia Callaghan.
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Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Misted and gray,
I stroll the street
in fluid, cool winter,
not frozen and white,
but misted and gray
with blue, stirring shadows.
Here is something
that touches my hand
and holds my breath.
Winter sunflowers!
Still taller then me,
they stand, old dancers,
outlined in charcoal.
Lovely and melancholy,
they cry,
they speak,
pearls without snow,
misted and gray.

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