Good morning Poet! The snowfall this morning has driven my beloved robins where for now? But yesterday they were out in full force, golden red breasts and cheerful song that they are.
The robins return
Harbingers of another spring
Doing what is most important of all
Singing between worms
Singing because they can
So many, so many
Sharing the same patch of soil
Sharing with the little brown birds, demure and humble
Sharing with the bawdy Stellar Jay
They seem entirely unaware of the recession…
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, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 08, 2009
full moon eclipse
full moon ponders
gossamer thoughts of beloveds
waxing to ripeness
tender enthusiasm
tempered for the days to come
gossamer thoughts of beloveds
waxing to ripeness
tender enthusiasm
tempered for the days to come
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