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Winter sun
Wet autumn leaves stick to my window
Pale winter sun bleaching
the red and gold through to my workspace
trying to touch the pages I work on
like the eager fingers of a small child
wanting to play before the snow comes.
Placing my hand in the pale streak of light
I am bathed in red and gold
My hand now belongs to an ancient God
Would that I could write with the same power
Not like a fallen angel…
Beautiful! I tried to share but the Tweet button is grumpy today 🙂
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It’s the thought that counts!
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So beautiful. I love this.
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Thank you, Diana…
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Makes me (almost) look forward ti autumn and winter. Almost!
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beautiful! so so good and evokes such powerful imagery!
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Thanks, Carol… glad you liked it so much…
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