Written by: Andrea Dietrich

I wonder if the poems birthed from my soul might be, like my days upon this earth , numbered. . . For recently that place - where my seedling thoughts once sprouted in abundance - has lain nearly fallow. And so it is I’m brought to contemplate. . . How long can poems keep springing forth from me? Yes, days are fleeting, but looking to sky, I see infinity. . . so I wish on boundless stars that thoughts will yet appear to Illuminate my mind, reflecting poems shining on and on. an unposted oldie