At age 14 as a freshman a most critical event occurred. I was introduced to stream of consciousness as a way of writing...and what I had been doing all my writing life was supremely impacted. A day does not go by that I do not write...some thing of prose, poetry, correspondance and commentary. I am what? druid? woman? mother? lover? a drop in the ocean? all of the above. All rights reserved. Copyright 2005 Deborah Drake.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
haiku trio for you
Moon waxing toward full
a fine time for new ventures
maple leaves are gossips
Let come to pass the
last days of summer gestures
foretelling sweet tales
And kindred souls pick
summer berries till the gloaming
for breakfast in bed
