Tuesday's 7/7
Late Autumn
The leaves have tumbled
to meet their shadows;
the light that's left is thin
but piercing;
from it,
no shelter.
posted by Hedgie at 9:57 PM
Assorted Odd Ends with Occasional Stuff on the Side
posted by Hedgie at 9:57 PM
2 Comments:
Whats up little feller?
Did I tell you favorite line of poetry (aside from the sonnets)?
Tentative you pulled your punch,
And wondered if cunning silence might not be,
A better bet then poetry.
Hedgie, I think I've lose the will to date.
How about a poem to inspire me to continue my quest?
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