Marjorie A. Buettner...


one moment

They say the horse rider reaches a moment of complete unity when the rider and the horse's shadow indistinguishable. Somehow, when I read your poetry, I become the poem; I feel your hand cross over the page to touch mine.

early morning . . . is it the bird singing in my heart

WHCHaibun 2004-05-10

Copyright Marjorie Buettner, 2004