One In Many
The scent of wood fires
In the cool damp air
Mistletoe exposed naked spires
As birds leave nest bare
Squirrels dance merrily
Across from tree to tree
Nuts, acorns hidden abundantly
Now they can play_ just be
Janet Frame, a New Zealand author,
said in her book "Towards Another
Summer", "My mother said that
the best poems are written on
napkins, scrapes of old paper,
and back of envelopes"...
This was written like one of those..
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
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