autumn cold,
I am not as old
as I sometimes feel
in mythic winter,
pink and blue aster bloom
from desert of silence
work is a blessing --
work is all of my messy moments
from past lives
bearing fruit
in present joy
thoughts weave
watery webs,
I fear to pass through,
not wanting to get wet
Sunday, November 21, 2010
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