Soft, shimmering mist,
Glittering gray,
Melts in the sun.
Dry leaf shards spiral
Into the brown mould,
Now sun-dappled.
Lovely things
Die, disperse,
Drift away--
And let the light through.
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In the name of the bee And of the butterfly And of the breeze, amen! Emily Dickinson
About Me
- The Keet
- I'm Geoffrey, a blue and white parakeet, and I'm smarter than I look.
Link to Geoffrey's Blog
This is Not My Blog!
I've allotted some blog space to my flightless subeditor, so she can keep track of her horticultural successes (or lack thereof) on the quarter acre of clay she calls her garden!
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