Sky Faerie

She paints
the clouds with hues
of amethyst and gold
then swoops to dust my eyes with pure
delight.


Generations

The last
one is gone now.
For the first time in more
than eighty years the old farm sits
empty.

Return to the front page of this issue:   Amaze   Vol. 2, No. 2   Fall & Winter, 2003.
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These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Deborah Beachboard.