September 22, 2023
September 16, 2023
Three Poems
drifting
on the water
the fog billows and swirls
as though being stirred by a hand
unseen
fragile
with days numbered
she speaks of olden days
and tells stories of past glories
this rose
Passage
today
the cherry tree
that rained petals of white
is now raining leaves of yellow
and gold
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