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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Rushing to Oblivion


Like impatient waters rushing
oblivious to the delicate fronds
lining the shore
Or like a flock of wild geese rising
suddenly from the neighboring pond
in a muffled whir
the wind herds moments
gently, yet firmly before it
like a scolding mother
gathering her children
for a bedtime story
…an hour together
beneath the deepening sky
before it is gone forever


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4 comments:

  1. Lilac & LavenderAugust 30, 2011 at 11:16 AM

    I love seeing your words through my mind's eye. This one definitely has an autumn 'air' about it... simply beautiful.

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  2. Janet MartinAugust 30, 2011 at 2:02 PM

    Thank-you Megan,
    There is no getting around it...it's hangs heavily just beyond our eyes...

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  3. Mike PatrickAugust 30, 2011 at 5:59 PM

    This is lovely. You make we look forward to twilight, even though my bedtime stories are long past.

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  4. Janet MartinAugust 30, 2011 at 9:16 PM

    Thank-you Mike.

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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!