like the wind soughing in the pines,
like the pines laden with their fruit,
the harvest of autumn,
the deep snows of winter,
the downpours of spring,
and the blue skies of summer.
It is all seasons and everything in this earth.
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2 comments:
Your delicious.
Oh, I love this poem..it is tangible and full and beautiful...just like you.
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