Saturday, February 4, 2012

Macro Poem




Macro Poem

We walked across childhood;
its coolness washes all the accumulated darknesses
that time has scattered into the wind of our lives.
Pay close attention, heaven is at the ridges.
I will not run from the holes.  I will stroll through
them with a smile.

6 comments:

  1. Love that shot of the caterpillar!

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  2. I love the poem. (And I've only just investigated your other blogs - so remiss of me not to have done it before).

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  3. I love the pic of the water and the feet. a neat idea.

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  4. Lovely dandelion and love the poem.

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  5. Beautiful seed and lovely accompanying poem.

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