Monday, January 12, 2009

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.


Blogger Charmaine said...

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.

3:44 PM  
Blogger Charmaine said...

Hedgie, I think I've lose the will to date.

How about a poem to inspire me to continue my quest?

3:46 PM  

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