Saturday, September 27, 2014

autumn poem

birch leaves softly fall/
from another world/
and sleep opens my eyes


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Blogger John Pendrey said...

A new favourite Autumn poem

Autumn—overlooked my Knitting—
Dyes—said He—have I—
Could disparage a Flamingo—
Show Me them—said I—

Cochineal—I chose—for deeming
It resemble Thee—
And the little Border—Dusker—
For resembling Me—

Emily Dickinson

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