27 Tuesday Oct 2015
Posted in Bite-sized sampler, Death, Garden, Illinois, Nature, Pentwater, Robert Frost, Seasons, Tanka, Yoga
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this morning
I yearned to become
that yellow leaf
twirling down, catching an edge
of the sun spinning past
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Oooh–“catching an edge/ of the sun”
Beautiful image. And “yearned” with “yellow.” 🙂
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It was just a little walk in the woods. So glad you enjoyed it!
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