The cry of the stork echoes <br />from the cold cliff where the mist <br />is clearing for an hour or two <br />this winter morning <br />so that when nature has found a place <br />among the stones at the edge <br />of this broad slow river <br />for this empty <br />Coca Cola bottle <br />it may catch the sunlight <br />between the clear water and wet stones <br />and find itself beautiful<br /><br />Michael Shepherd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0106-winter-sunlight-in-china/
