Tag: Aging
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As we begin
rain falls from fog through sleeping branches (frail, broken sticks?), soaks with slippery ease into soil to restore them Note: For my friends at Yoga North as teacher training begins.
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Day 22
rushing her work, damp snow plunges through night air, knowing full well her fate is to dissolve and river-away come morning
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Day 19
that dark corner may recall years past as it sighs – drowsy, in a haze – that I was here writing long into its unwinding future
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Day 11
remember how busy they are — babies, homework, office — when you are old and wanting them to serve you dinner
Poems from in between 