winns angels: words lost midst the richness

Sunday, October 25, 2009

words lost midst the richness

as I wander through
the autumn richness

i hear the words
words dancing

i listen
but they
the words
are all a jumble

and so i will dance
along beside
those beautiful autumn words
all a jumble

will you please dance along
with this autumn richness
a dance of words

1 comment:

Shona Cole said...: love this! a woman after my own heart - poetry and images, *sigh*

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See you at the next Tuttle/Hydeck theme :)

shona; October 28, 2009 at 12:13 PM

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