Treasure Island

Karle Wilson Baker

(1878 - 1960 / United States)

Days


Some days my thoughts are just cocoons- all cold, and dull and blind,
They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind;

And other days they drift and shine - such free and flying things!
I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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