against a grey sky
December 7, 2009
one leaf hangs on
brown and brittle it waves
losing pieces
2006
wrestling with congruency
one leaf hangs on
brown and brittle it waves
losing pieces
2006
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December 8, 2009 at 7:44 pm
against a white page
your words shine like stars in dark
illuminating
December 10, 2009 at 1:34 am
wow! thank you! your poem is very flattering…I used to commute a half hour each way, every weekday. I drove South to North amidst the endless mountains. At times I would not listen to radio or CD’s but just leave myself open to witnessing the places I traversed. It was at such a time (in Beaumont to be exact)the concept of this poem struck me. If I were listening to radio or daydreaming at the time , I would have flown by the poem at 55 mph – not able to see or hear it.
peace and gratitude