"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Last dance

O dappled day with shifting shapes
and sun-shower falling with the leaves
as I step from warmth to warmth
avoiding the shady spots
here on this stump
the light warms my hair
and shares its last dance with me
before it is boarded up for the winter

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