A misty morning embraces
October’s auburn to tawny prairie
grass that rims my city
pond beneath smoke
white skies. How can I ignore
the beauty
in change
even if death
is involved?
A misty morning embraces
October’s auburn to tawny prairie
grass that rims my city
pond beneath smoke
white skies. How can I ignore
the beauty
in change
even if death
is involved?
Love your poetry, Amy!
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This is something might be very easy to say. Given the circumstances is it is almost brave. and beautifully presented
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Thanks! Hoping to capture life in all its moods.
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