life to come
it's not about
the dying,
end of season,
or even the color
of their souls.
when they gather
they avow
multitudes of living
and memories of
life to
come.
Poem © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
Photo © 2010 by R. Burnett Baker
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breath taking poem.
ReplyDeletelovely
ReplyDeletemultitudes of living
yes yes
Rick,
ReplyDeleteTheir color becomes a mulch brown, then indiscernible muck which reasserts its green.
I love the cycle, and I intend to become part of it, earth or air.
TFool