Sunday, November 21, 2010

blue moon

Over the reservoir at dusk, a good chill in the air.
And I can see clearly now the leaves are gone...
I dreamt about my poem last night; in the dream
I remembered the part in The Iliad about the great
shield of Achilles, and how I should re-read that
part of the poem again, it could be useful.
I can see all obstacles in my way....