Saturday, September 8, 2012

we count the first leaves,
one...two...three-
little arms
wrapped around my leg
for a season

5 comments:

  1. Really touching, without sentimentality. Your use of "season" has that feel of real poetry.

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  2. To little arms... all things are new, the old leaves.
    __Heartful, Kristin. _m

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  3. And the seasons pass so quickly.

    Lovely poem.

    Adelaide

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  4. ... not forgotten, I wish you and your family a grand Christmas, and a new year full of glee. _m

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  5. I’m glad you have the Psalms. Why?
    We’re 97.79% faithFULL (moRless).
    If you’re like this sinFULL mortal, dear,
    we all are called to either 3 places, two
    of which I shall see yore magnificent,
    hazel? eyes, ya stunning girly you:

    After d’Rapture/Wild-Wedding-Feast’n
    7th Heaven, I wonder if you’d like 2fly2
    the starry sky doin everythn4eternity?

    This2 πŸ€ͺ➕♥️➕🧨 this2 πŸ•Ή➖πŸ‘Ύ➖
    πŸ‘½➖πŸ’€ Y’wanna complete fantasy??
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    girls, girls, girls W/O d’rulebook aboard
    my ‘Cherry Pi’ 4♾ without πŸ•³πŸ§»πŸ”¦

    Wanna follow this crazYoung zealot??
    Follow this sinner to the starry sky, lil1:
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    Cya soon, ya gorgeous wildflower you...

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