Nothing On My Mind
...There is nothing on my mind,
no deep ponderance or pensive thought
that consumes or occupies attention;
just random idealizations
of the sun, the shade, the skies,
the changing of the seaso...
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Categories:
forestal, america, analogy,
Form: Free verse
God's Breath
...Shadowy images creep in
carried on a cold, November wind
and easing through the leaved trees
autumn gives one last final sneeze
as every leaf and even a branch or two
fall from the distant fo...
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Categories:
forestal, seasons,
Form: Rhyme