Days
1878-1960
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.
DayPoems Poem No. 1385
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1385.html">Days by Karle Wilson Baker</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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