Density
Rooted in rising aspirations
Left alone in a field of dread
Autumn glimpses of
Winter wind skies
Whither the harvest
of withering drive
Whether twas worth it
To be so alive
Standing silent
beside fruited seeds
Steadfastly set
in his ways
Copyright © Donald Meikle | Year Posted 2009
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