September 28, 2003
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the leaves turn upon their silver stems
and it is autumn -
in the morning early I wander vacant streets gathering silence
and leaving only footsteps hesitant behind -
it comes to me then in the clean cold air that I too long to turn upon my stem – I have a rightful place among the seasons(inspired by lovingmy40s)
Comments (7)
Hi!
Just hopped over here after reading your comment at Lovingmy40s. The mention of squirrels is a little ironic. My present character is busy hunting them while you feed them!
–SteveJ
who/what’s loving my 40s?
One of the folks I subscribe to.
Hi there. I just stumbled across your site, and I really like it!
Wow. I’m honored to have inspired this — much more inspirational, itself, than my attempt!
wonderful, Andrea.. just wonderful