Monday, November 9, 2015

Excerpt 15 from "Seasons"

By the way, these are in no particular order...

The staggered days are coming
And, the shock seems to wear off
The hummingbirds are humming
And, the fickled seem to scoff
There’s new found way to go the course
Don't leave behind the least remorse
Just let the waves wash over me
And, let the wind 'round to the lee
Ah, as the spike is to the moon
For once again, and all too soon
We watch the rocks and sand combine
Like liquid rays, so much like wine


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