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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The last pages of August

The sun inches toward equinox,
announced by the rattling leaves
and the breeze of a fading season

I've turned many pages of poetry
and lived some too, trying
to find the right words
for the changes I sense...

Maybe the answers
are not on the pages,
but in thumbing through them.

2 comments:

  1. Yes...the journey's the thing, my friend - and I know you savor it! It's all in the feeling of headiness that surrounds us when we immerse ourselves in that which we love. Your poem speaks volumes.

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  2. K. Lawson Gilbert, such a name,

    Thank you...the blessings of new technology makes such friendships and inspirations possible.

    I would love to attend a poetry workshop with you teaching it....

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