Saturday, September 8, 2012

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

4 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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